L for London...

A little L-shaped hand

before a travelling southward wall.

A wall which could be a hidden door...

You know, my dear, there are so many doors

and lots of them seem not to be easily found

but I deeply love them...

'cause they lead to possibilities...

They put two people - worlds, fantasies, dreams

or anything else you're wondering at -

in touch with each other...

... they are magical places.

And what about you?

Do you like to search for doors and try to open them?

Look again that little L-shaped hand,

With those little dark-violet painted nails...

It's the gate to my beloved London town...

The promise of my coming back,

as soon as I can,

to the London below...

... are you fairly mad to go along those cobweb streets with me?

L for London...

I'm over the moon about this town

... and it is waiting for me.

Words & image: Lady Door