A Poem by Victoria Moul

Elegy

My wanton trooper
On your scooter
Through the leaves
In Waterlow Park.

Tough the honey
Of your body
Samson-baby
That you were.

Now your autumn
Curls have fallen
Swept upon
The barber’s floor

Where he trimmed a
Close-cut rim no
Cavalier-eared
Cromwell more.

My clean-eared suitor
On the scooter
Soon you’ll be
Too large to ride

Through the leaves and
Down the hill from
Waterlow Park still
At my side.

Note: Waterlow Park incorporates the site of Andrew Marvell’s house in London.

Victoria Moul lives in Paris and recently began to write poetry.