Lassitude

My bones ache

from the grey concrete stench of London.

And although it is Saturday

an overwhelming lethargy blocks my usual sense of weekend frisson.

LS Lowry's Returning from Work, 1929.  LS Lowry's Returning from Work, 1929.  lowry returning

Outside the tail-end of winter is dragging.

Friday night’s litter blowing in the ugliest corners of the streets

and exhausted looking Londoners walk

head-down and Lowry-like.

Spent,Β both emotionally and financially.

 

I hunger to be sitting on this step.

The retained heat of the bleached stone slowly creeping up my aching spine.

Warming my thymus

and awakening the joy of summers past.

 

So content in the Italian heat

that I would not have the desire to flick

away the horse-fly

loitering around my

lightly-resting eyelids.

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Dog on step, Lippiano. Copyright, Lexa

Author: Lexa

Enjoying life and the crazy beautiful things in it.

5 thoughts

    1. Ah, thank you! I took it in the summer when I was in Italy for our friends wedding. The dog was so chilled! He was there at the start of my walk and in exactly the same position 2 hours later! πŸ˜ƒ

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    1. Ohhh I would have given anything for the wilderness on Saturday morning. I am restored now…And I love London, but sometimes it all just gets too much. Thanks so much for leaving a comment. Have a great rest of the weekend.

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