Marchmont Street
You are my vegan Bohemia
Drenched in white sunlight
My yellow San Francisco sweater
Scented tree lined pavement
From dusty secondhand bookshops
To health food labyrinths
Quaint coffee shop aromas
Mediterranean lunch houses
Fresh bread and herbs
Hanging sweetly in the air
Quiet gardener woman planting
Begonias at the side of the kerb
Splashes of red, yellow and purple on the street
Where eyes meet and hearts
Bond in love over shared blurbs
Bric-a-brac
Multicoloured plastic
Buckets and spades and
Last minute holidays in tropical places
Marchmont Street
How I have reclined and indulged in your
Sumptuous chocolate cake paradise
Two full years at your continental door
Have left a warm, yellow, sun soaked
Stain on my heart
To be revisited some time
Soon, I hope, with a chilled
Elderflower pressé and
Parasol on the corner.
