Wreathed in mists, grey skies and rain
Copenhagen's face is plain
A constant hum of crawling cars
Flickering traffic lights and bars.
The Danes, I'm told, enjoy their booze;
The Central Station, tiled, is huge
With wooden panelling and beams
Commuters saunter by in streams.
Out in the suburbs: Lego blocks
Few seem to think «outside the box»
My mental snapshot of the scene:
Safe, conservative and clean.
This far north, the days are short
A cold wind blows across the Port
The Mermaid gazes out to sea
Pertly posed, hair flowing free.
Nearby are statues – poppy-clad
A Churchill bust, a Fallen Lad
Grim reminders of the War;
A crumbling castle on the shore...
Fair-haired, good looking Viking stock
Part of Europe's melting pot
A friendly, family-loving race;
Of warring forebears – not a trace...
(c) Poet in the woods 2014