A London Trip

Poem By Ravi Panamanna

(One day during the wee hours of the morning I had the following dream and what happened at the end of it? Read. Date of composition 25/08/1987) .
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Busy streets fled past me
Busy roads ran towards me.
As the thirsty eyes of a tourist
I was enjoying the scenes.

I was on the roads of London,
My heart danced upon my chest.
I was flying along the avenues
My white car was as swift as a glider.

Thames flowed gently,
London Bridge brought me the call of centuries.
A lone nightingale sat at Hampstead Heath
And Russell Park brought me memories of London Notebook*.

And Avon flowed carrying Shakespeare
Piccadilly Circus brought me soft memories.
Lake District was serene with Words Worth
And Chatham's grounds were alive with Dickens.

Big Ben rang deep under my chest,
Buckingham added a flavor to it.
At Tabbard's Inn I had my breakfast
And slowly proceeded towards Stonehenge.

I soon reached a level crossing
And heard the steaming whistle of a train.
It was a bolt and I woke up
To find my pressure cooker whistle in the kitchen!
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London Notebook* - A travelogue written by S K Pottekkat

Comments about A London Trip

An excellent write. A wonderfully creative way of expressing your lucid dream. The reader feels like he/she is right there with you. And was the ending funny? Or a serious forewarning? In the mind of the beholder! Thoroughly enjoyed it!
This was wonderful as it felt as urgent as the London Underground trains (from the Central line) whooshing of in all directions, though spagetti, so to speak. I particularly liked that you did not mention any colours as although there are green and red buses, black cabs on the whole (to me anyhoos) London feels so grey... I really enjoyed this mind map which danced freely to the outer realms and back again, my favourite line is Lake District was serene with Words Worth And Chatham’s grounds were alive with Dickens. tyvm karen
the dreamdrive indeed is nice doodling.... felt, if omit the prologue the end reading provides a fun laugh. To find my pressure cooker whistle in the kitchen! ........my laugh and whistle remains.........rgrds/salu
and I dream of mountains and valleys temples, plains from from London's endless rains......sunny today though, , beautiful spring day.
Well penned.....a 10 from me


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