On LaTrobe beneath the city’s glow,
Where midnight winds begin to blow,
Two shadows drift through silver air —
A pair unlikely, bold and rare.
The elder walks with practiced grace,
A powdered dream in satin lace.
Her gown — thick velvet, regal wide,
A princess lost, yet dignified.
She wears her age like royal thread,
Like Jennifer Coolidge, softly led,
A wistful spark behind her eyes,
A woman wrapped in old goodbyes.
Beside her steps a solemn guide,
A younger soul with priestly stride.
In robes of dark, with collar tight,
She walks like silence through the night.
The city watches, traffic sighs,
As time walks past in pale disguise.
A queen, a priest, a story spun,
Where streetlights blur and trams still run.
No need for reason, rhyme, or fame —
Just two in costume, none the same.
And in their pace, the world might see
A fleeting touch of mystery.
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Two characters who seem to have escaped from an 18th century painting and are running to avoid being caught. Good shot!
ReplyDeleteYou describe these two perfectly. They seem to be from a lost memory.
ReplyDeleteYour words explain that they both were going to enjoy Melbourne's night-time.
ReplyDelete¡Vaya pareja!
ReplyDeleteAll dressed up for a night on the town!
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