We lived high-rise;
a climb to the garden
roof-topped and fake
with turf that turned up
rotting in the corners.
Still it was thrilling
full angle city views
cutting across rooves
and spiral Fire Escapes
clinging on in dizzying descent.
There we breathed afresh
peering at pavements
thick with fumes and feet.
But best recalled, all our nights;
hushed summer love talks
laying cool together
and 25 New Years
champagne bottles popping
the clink of glass, the fizz
and London’s pyrotechnics
airborne over the Thames
– we lived the best view in town.
For Sanaa’s Open Link Night where anything goes but her prompt option is Hopper’s “City Roofs” which inspired this poem
This is such a heart-stirring poem, Laura! I can picture the “champagne bottles popping,” and love the “full angle city views cutting across rooves and spiral fire escapes.” 💜💜
thank you and for the prompt which touched on precious memories
I enjoyed my visit to your city roof, Laura, the contrast between breathing afresh in a roof garden and ‘pavements thick with fumes and feet,’ and the reminder that anywhere is perfect for ‘hushed summer love talks’, and even better with ‘New Years champagne bottles popping’ and ‘and London’s pyrotechnics airborne over the Thames’ – and you don’t have to jostle with the crowds.
thanks for the visit Kim
My pleasure, Laura.
Beautifully done. Reminded me of the rooftop I lived on in Baltimore about half a century ago. Thanks
many thanks Ron – hope this brought back good memoreis then
Thanjs for sharing your bedy view in town
much♡love
glad you enjoyed it Gillena
Fantastic, Laura. I so enjoyed envisioning it all. Deep sigh.
many thanks Jennifer
your imagery is truly alive in this. I can hear the clinking glasses, the late night summer talks, and I can see those winding ladders.
your comment has been held up primarily because the link goes to no valid website – do you have another one Gretchen? thank you though
oh weird! Yes. MontanaMama.blog
Weird! It should have linked it to this account
Your poem, and the Hopper painting, took me back to my own time in London and the roof of the old tenement building I lived in in Brixton and photographs of a girl modelling clothes I had designed, leaning against the chimneys, the city in the background – very evocative Laura…
how interesting Andrew
Very gritty! I could feel the rot of the artificial turf under my feet.
a touch of the tangible – yes!
A great rooftop view for celebration and fireworks. A nice take on the prompt painting.
many thanks Dwight
You are welcome!
I’m very much put in mind of some friends who lived in a Sydney roof top apartment, long ago.
nice to know it conjures memories and not just for me
You’ve shared beautiful memories here, Laura. The final lines, in particular, tugged at my heart. 💙
My mom lived in an apartment for many years in Philadelphia that had a rooftop garden. I remember a few years going up there with our young children and watching the July 4 fireworks.
thank you merril ❤ rooftops are made for firework viewing!
You’re welcome, Laura! 💙
A very nostalgic read. It seems to have triggered memories for many.
yes thank you and that is what makes poetry universal
Laura, I wouldn’t mind having a vacay just like this. Love your plural of roof.
regardless of the rules since 18th century Lisa rooves sounds so much better than roofs and I often give more emphasis to sound than corrected rules after all it is still hooves rather than hoofs – either way thank you for the prompt
Agreed, Laura, it’s all about the sound.
I always envy those roof gardens. You have described the feeling of them so well. (K)
thank you Kerfe –
Refreshing, from every angle
certainly so than down below