The Beehive.

[Bowler]

Interval
A release of conversation
Above me
Vivaldi lingers in the blue mushrooms
~
Theatre smell
Music dust in crushed burgundy
Climbing the stairways
To the halftime bars
~
I sip overpriced whiskey
Amid a peck of cheek kisses
Murmur of nothing talk
and the fog of stale Chanel
~
She stands by the window drapes
Isolated by timidity
I engage her
With the price of a smile
~
Elgar easy on the lifting strings
As the Nimrod casts it spell
Oblivious
To two empty seats



Author's Notes:
The Royal Albert Hall is nicknamed ‘The Beehive’ and the blue mushrooms are sound disks usually back lighted in blue and mounted on the high ceiling.A poem on first meeting the girl who became my wife.

[kiz_paws]

Beautiful language for a beautiful couple.
Loved it, John.

[Dreamwoven]

I like this, with its mix of tastes and smells, and the two famous players, Vivaldi in the opening and Elgar in the ending. Elgar was also the name of the telephone exchange in North London that recalls my childhood.