Another pilgrimage to Bath I must make

To regency Bath, I arrive full of hope

Taking no Persuasion

As I climb that Royal ascent, the Crescent

To always find the most beautiful of skies

To greet me.

Where Anne Eliott once was,

With raindrops falling from Heaven

Running for her life,

To the love of her life.

I now stand full of hope,

Sharing that desire of a physical longing of love.

Bath, where her Captain Wentworth came to find her

Reeling in half agony, half hope

As she pierced his soul

Under a crescent rainbow of love,

And a gold pot full of hope.

© Natasha Haidar 2020