Berlin: Part Two

She brought me alive for one of the few times I recall.

A mixture of new and familiar

I felt at home on the subway

Going underground as I followed her

As we sped along to her past

She was clothed with colour

And indecipherable words

A girl with many faces

She was at ends with herself

Offering promise and warmth

Whilst being unbearably cold

Layers upon me, but still shaking

The frosty air reached deep inside my bones

As she showed me the line that ran across her

A scar from a wall made of stone

The last red and silver leaves fell

Onto her pristine skin

Her canvas of art did not reach this part of her

She was tall, modern, exciting.

Everything about her had purpose

Her gate gave way to a square

Uniformed men lined up for her

As the harsh sun lit up her hair

A beautiful combination of old and new

But deep within her also a sadness

For all the suffering she had seen

Her reputation now tarnished

The city of love at first sights and opportunities missed.


LB



N.B. This work was submitted for my end of year assessment and as such I was not allowed to publish until after my course had finished. Any plagiarism of this or parts of this will be picked up on through anti-plagiarism software.