The party arrives in the Abbey Gardens and receives a sonnet from the figurehead of SS Thames (also via :>)

SS sonnet

'In yester years I rode the Scilly seas,
   the SS Thames my steed, from London town,
oh! how she raced across the swell – such ease! –
   until that night she hit the rocks, plunged down,
with only four survivors from her wreck,
   and I, wrenched from her body to reside
in Abbey Gardens, quite the dulling deck
   for one who thrills for salt and spray and tides;
still, I may dream upon my pretty plinth,
   receive this party with their gift of flowers –
stout agapanthus, joined with hyacinth,
   shall form fine fumes to help me through the hours;
so thank thee kindly, mossops, FT, Coo,
for lilies pink and purple, white and blue.'

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Written on 2018-08-13 at 19:42

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Ann Wood The PoetBay support member heart!
As always lovely poem. Well done you two.

Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Delightful! I especially liked the third-to-last line.

one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
A lament for the dulling deck, it makes me sad . . . but the fine fumes make up it. A gracious gesture to your new landlocked friend.