London Vegan Valentine
On the plane
On the train
In the rain
You and me
Arm in arm
Ambling along Sloane Square
You, red boots, yellow brolly, stripy hat
Me, silly grin, windmill hair
In the Saatchi gallery
We wander in different directions
Me, wondering who the hell called this stuff art
Yet trying hard to look all cultured
You, falling in love with Dana Schutz’s ‘Singed Picnic’
Then telling me to hurry up because the rest is crap
On the train again
Trying to get to Barbican
Going the wrong way around the circle line
Me, falling over in some snobby woman’s lap
Her, not happy
You, thoroughly amused
In the rain again
Running down a lane called Cloth Fair
Spilling into London’s first vegetarian Italian
I order sparkling red wine for the first time
You order the world’s tastiest tempura
Russell Square
At our favourite bookshop
You say: ‘One book each and no more’
I snigger and pick up four:
Quentin Crisp, Amy Bloom, Claire Dowie’s book of plays
And a history of Club Gateways
In the transport museum
You buy me the London Underground Game
I try to kiss your mouth and miss
Because you try to kiss my nose
Outside
Kissing in the rain
I accidently push you off the pavement
Then almost lose an eye
When your crazy brolly blows inside out
Later, in Covent Garden
Sitting side by side
Eating piping lentil soup:
We pull our stools together
Bump elbows
And laugh.
Lynsey Calderwood, 36, Sudbury, Suffolk
Comments on: "day fourteen" (5)
I loves this, left me grinning from cheek to cheek and with a warm glow
Aww thank you
Lovely lovely lovely
Fantastic, such a feel good poem. Set me up with my first smile of the day.
Sums you both up 🙂 what a lovely couple. Xx