After the Lunch
On Waterloo Bridge, where we said our goodbyes,
The weather conditions bring tears to my eyes.
I wipe them away with a black woolly glove
And try not to notice I’ve fallen in love.
On Waterloo Bridge I am trying to think:
This is nothing. You’re high on the charm and the drink.
But the juke-box inside me is playing a song
That says something different. And when was it wrong?
On Waterloo Bridge with the wind in my hair
I am tempted to skip. You’re a fool. I don’t care.
The head does its best but the heart is the boss-
I admit it before I am halfway across.
Wendy Cope
After the lunch by Wendy Cope © Faber & Faber www.faber.co.uk
Key segment in the poem |
Corresponding Associations ‘Appearing Ideas’ |
Goodbyes |
Disappointment |
Tears |
Sadness |
Fallen in love |
Loss of control |
Trying to think |
Confusion |
And when was it wrong? |
Questioning |
You’re a fool |
Shame/doubt |
The heart is the boss |
Ruled by Emotions |