BUBBLES

Sat here, I dream, in the half dark
Of you, blowing bubbles all day,
On that hill, inside Greenwich Park,
You blew all our troubles away.

See our children, they come running,
Try to catch all those rainbow globes,
Swirling before bursting, stunning
As earings that hung from your lobes.

Red ball above onion rises,
The tide turns below Bugsby’s Reach,
You’d not know there was a crisis,
Upon that far flung Cuban beach.

The Sun reflects pale orange pink,
On last dreg bubbles up quite high,
Silently drift towards the drink,
Then, float away, broke bubble I.

Harry Rogers, Pencnwcau, Aberbanc, 2nd December 2017.

Piccadilly Sunday Conversation (Scene Red Street Mod Mix)

This is a special Harri Boy Rogers home mix of Piccadilly Sunday from the Scene Red album Tales From Dolwion featuring extra vocal tracks featuring a dialogue between Harri Rogers and Maggie Nicols.  It tries to recreate a street conversation between two young West End mods in Soho in the early 1960’s.  This is best listened to on headphones…..