Poems on the Underground

Two poems from the collection titled Poems on the Underground* caught my attention. Being of relatively unsound mind and body, my choices may be questionable but these two really struck me as being reflective of my current state of being; or maybe they are the only two poems that made any sense to me ...

After the Lunch by Wendy Cope

On Waterloo Bridge, where we said our goodbyes,

The weather conditions brings 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

Celia Celia by Adrian Mitchell

When I am sad and weary

When I think all hope is gone

When I walk along High Holborn

I think of you with nothing on

*Edited by Gerard Benson, Judith Chernaik, Cicely Herbert (2009)

Published by Poems on the Underground