|Under Windsor Bridge, 1912, by Adolphe Valette|
Whether morn or dusk
lures me to her side,
moist breath upon my neck;
her dirty ways, seductive.
Makes me feel
a bit mysterious,
by Margaret Bednar, Art Happens 365, August 20, 2012
I would love to walk over the Windsor pedestrian bridge and see the sights of London! For this poem, I channeled a bit of Bond, a bit of Holmes - two GREAT characters of which I will never tire.
This is linked with The Mag #131 (using the picture prompt above) and to Imaginary Garden with Real Toad's Open Link Monday.
And a doodle...