Winchester - Tokyo: A Reunion Of Two Cities [III] Photograph

As the sun began to quietly set on the waters of the city, Sachi, Little Alex and myself still found ourselves whizzing with enough zeal and zest jaunting about on our itchy fingers that we decided to expend it on a quick whistle-stop tour of a nearby antiques shop because, well, you should know it like the back of your hand by now that yours truly loves to loiter about and lounge in such places of ceaseless curiosities! Sorry ‘Gucci-Staphylococci’ and ‘Louis Button-Face’ but, truly, it is poppycock in my view to be spending all those zeroes on stodgy and spiritless new bling-bling when I could lash out a few pounds and claim a piece of magical his-story for myself…! Ah, you do not catch my drift? It is the trademark way of us eccentrics and polymath folk to see the world in other ways, try not to lose your sleep over it…!! Ahem, ahem, ahem!!! Alex darted about here and there as would be expected of an excitable 8 year old whilst Sachi and I perused through the goods. No different did they glow and make inviting reflections of the light, as we inspected them in our hands, than the excavated treasures of the 14th Century boy king Tutankhamen might have done when Howard Carter first made his momentous discovery! Dear reader, there is one particular artefact that did make me do more than just stop me in my tracks. Poetry, like a summer breeze filled with strawberries and cream, embraced my heart when I saw what I present to you tonight. On this Alexandra Rose Day, the flower of my British nation and, more significantly, the flower that means the world to me because of its loyalty to my soul in every life that I have lived, I submit to you, my esteemed reader, another remarkable blossom of proof that Destiny has taken to walking with me wherever I go. Please accept my short poem as though it were a red rose from me to you… My True Love bears the first letter of my name, ‘J’ for Juliet And I bear the first letter of his name, ‘Q’ for Quais Our reflections shimmer in two rivers, glitteringly wet He knows he cannot change winds, but can you guess? Yes, I see that already he has stepped into waters blue Fearlessly, he swims towards my Home to declare, “I Love You…” Photographs, Words & Poetry: © Masufa Khatun | Mazzy Khatun Photo Stories | Winter Reunion Series | 2015

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