"Brompton Road" haiku chain

That tiny bed-sit

Above Brompton Cemetery

My many young dreams

Below my window

An old lady tends a grave

All hopes and dreams flown

Just off Brompton Road

My bohemian love nest

Just six pounds a week

Saturdays up West

In folk clubs and jazz cellars

London’s winter scene

On Sunday mornings

Drinking Maxwell House coffee

From old coffee jars

Poring over maps

Planning next summer’s journeys

Farewell love-making

On every journey

The horizon beckoned me

Come… come… come away

So the road call’d me

While one small part looked backwards

Farewell Brompton Road

Copyright © Top Photo and Words Res JFB 16th August 2012

Below my window
An old lady tends a grave
All hopes and dreams flown

Just off Brompton Road
My bohemian love nest
Just six pounds a week

Saturdays up West
In folk clubs and jazz cellars
London’s winter scene

On Sunday mornings
Drinking Maxwell House coffee
From old coffee jars

Poring over maps
Planning next summer’s journeys
Farewell love-making

On every journey
The horizon beckoned me
Come… come… come away

So the road call’d me
While one small part looked backwards
Farewell Brompton Road