Bleeding Heart Yard
A tiny courtyard off Greville Street,
In the heart of London.
A name of unusual connotation,
What could it possible mean?
A place of broken hearts
Waiting to be mended?
The heart of the Virgin Mary,
Pierced by five swords of steel?
It breaks my heart to hear.
Love can be hard,
Hard as this cobbled yard,
But I prefer love to be light.
A heavy heart,
Is a grieving heart.
The legend of Lady Hatton,
Dancing with the the devil,
After making a deal,
Her heart still beating in the yard,
In the first light of dawn.
Writers of the past,
Fascinated by the yard,
I reminisce like them,
While I drink my coffee,
In the bistro called “The Bleeding Heart Yard”
By Subrata Saha
30-30-30
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