Sunday, 7 August 2011

WALKABOUTSVERSE 48 OF 230

Poem 48 of 230:  THE PROMS

We walked through Kensington Gardens,
    Then veered left for Albert Hall.
Promenaders were in their tens,
    While others had found their stall,
As we took our pre-booked seats,
    In a row of restricted view -
Three-quarters of the orchestra.
    But the music sure bettered par:
The beautiful sounds of Mozart;
    The daring drama of Ravel.
And we liked it - me and a belle.

(C) David Franks 2003