It was five minutes to midnight ...

We walked past the Jewish Cemetery to The Golden Eagle -  

Earlier, I'd told Richard about the legend of the Golem - 

Above the roof tops, a full moon hung in the starless sky - 

The small houses were silent, curtains drawn across dark windows - 

Young musicians played their music inside The Golden Eagle - 

A girl with yellow hair held the listeners spellbound with her song - 

Handsome boys played guitars - 

Richard and I leaned against the bar, drinking golden ale - 

The man who spends his winters in Kerala praised the singer - 

The musicians come from Budapest I said - 

I remembered the wide river, the snow falling upon the beautiful city - 

It was five minutes to midnight - 

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Monday 15 August 2016

The Golden Eagle

Southsea 

Hampshire