Beautiful, Zivah. What a beautiful recreation of a moment. The imagery here, and the sentiment induced, is just top notch poetry. Fantastic work as usual!
Thank you! It’s good to look back in snapshots of your life and extract the bits that shine. It’s a past life now, but it was an awakening I’ll never regret.
I’ve been a bit out of touch on here (health issues) for a few days. Will I ever catch up? Probably not. The challenge of trying to look after my eyesight when so much of what I consume is on a screen.
Yes, it truly is a particular place! A few years later I lived in Bow, and then near Blackheath/Lewisham. Many of my then-work friends lived in the norfern parts. Almost moved to Holloway. Those were the days!
Yaaaa--love this piece. All that luscious description. And your fun personality that seeps through the word play. And it is interesting those relationships that didn't last but were lovely when they existed. Or parts of them were particularly excellent. I've got a few of those myself! Of course nostalgia removes the pain that surrounded the frustrations and reasons it didn't last!
Love the louche-hipped, sun-kissed Sarf London. I sometimes almost miss London in the summer, that sense of a brick and glass and concrete city of pavement-pounders and strap-hangers being coaxed back into the natural world, commuters scurrying to parkland for improvised pleinairiste picnics.
Of hummus and taramosalata, no doubt. I had no idea such things existed until I headed south to university and met posher people for whom delis were a way of life, dahling, rather than a feature of cinematic NY neighbourhoods.
I just ate dinner before reading this, and this still makes me want to eat some more!
There’s always room for more 😈
The way you use descriptions of the food to emphasize the romance was very satisfying.
Food and love. They feed the body and soul! Thank you :)
I'm not even mad this poem doesn't come with food samples. It was that good!
Damn, I missed a trick there! I’m a terrible marketer…
Still, I’m glad you enjoyed it!
Here:
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Beautiful, Zivah. What a beautiful recreation of a moment. The imagery here, and the sentiment induced, is just top notch poetry. Fantastic work as usual!
Thank you! It’s good to look back in snapshots of your life and extract the bits that shine. It’s a past life now, but it was an awakening I’ll never regret.
I’ve been a bit out of touch on here (health issues) for a few days. Will I ever catch up? Probably not. The challenge of trying to look after my eyesight when so much of what I consume is on a screen.
I can relate, on catching up! That SUM FLUX fiction repository . . . Incredible. But SO MUCH.
Snapshots at an awakening. Yes. I felt that. Overlapping themes with my February work.
Take care, with the health issues, Zivah. Health and the people we love first!
Thank you. You’re so right. Health and our loved ones first.
Love this, Zivah! South London is a very particular place in the summer - and I say this from the pov of a staunch norf Londoner 🫣
Thank you!
Yes, it truly is a particular place! A few years later I lived in Bow, and then near Blackheath/Lewisham. Many of my then-work friends lived in the norfern parts. Almost moved to Holloway. Those were the days!
Ah - a nice mix. I moved to Muswell Hill, then Crouch End, Highgate, Covent Garden (that was incredible), then Hampstead. Been here 24 years.
I lived with the cemetery behind my flat (on Swain’s lane). I remember the Gay Hussar!
I’d have loved to live in Highgate (for the cemetery!) and also Covent Garden (because my dad used to spend a lot of time there in The Gay Hussar!).
Those days spanned from 1994 - 2008. Then down to Brighton!
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Yaaaa--love this piece. All that luscious description. And your fun personality that seeps through the word play. And it is interesting those relationships that didn't last but were lovely when they existed. Or parts of them were particularly excellent. I've got a few of those myself! Of course nostalgia removes the pain that surrounded the frustrations and reasons it didn't last!
Thank youuuu! I’m so glad you enjoyed reminiscing with me! ❤️
Love the louche-hipped, sun-kissed Sarf London. I sometimes almost miss London in the summer, that sense of a brick and glass and concrete city of pavement-pounders and strap-hangers being coaxed back into the natural world, commuters scurrying to parkland for improvised pleinairiste picnics.
Of hummus and taramosalata, no doubt. I had no idea such things existed until I headed south to university and met posher people for whom delis were a way of life, dahling, rather than a feature of cinematic NY neighbourhoods.
Yes - it was my entrée into what it meant to be culinarily educated, too. A girl from Brummagem learning to fit in with the Waitrose crowd!
Thank you! There’s so much more to us… 🏳️🌈