After The Lunch Poem by Wendy Cope

After The Lunch

Rating: 4.3


On Waterloo Bridge, where we said our goodbyes,
The weather conditions bring tears to my eyes.
I wipe them away with a black woolly glove
And try not to notice I've fallen in love.

On Waterloo Bridge I am trying to think:
This is nothing. You're high on the charm and the drink.
But the juke-box inside me is playing a song
That says something different. And when was it wrong?

On Waterloo Bridge with the wind in my hair
I am tempted to skip. You're a fool. I don't care.
The head does its best but the heart is the boss.
I admit it before I am halfway across.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Susan Williams 12 February 2016

I love her voice- she doesn't glamorize or pour on the thick icing to a cake that doesn't need it- -she admits her feelings though she doesn't altogether trust them- but she is woman, what else can she do?

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