Angels ( that’s what they are)

Every conceivable outfit
a costumier’s delight
to present a glorious grotto
embracing rainbow light
when you open the door
to another world
you feel it straight away
you leave the the West End bustle
really as if to say
I am now within a place where dreams
are shared and brought to be
a wonderland of wonderment
for anyone to see
grotesquely peering faces
chortle and create
a world submerged in fantasy
and then proliferate
a skull inside the mini lift
and Lily lacy white
nothing was too much trouble
and all the girls were bright
fantastic customer service
a peaceful aura there
with little whiffs of magic
and spells just in the air
faeries witches wizards
besoms shields and swords
crocodiles and lizards
and lots of sweet rewards
submerged in total empathy
dutifully disguised
masks and wigs and beards
and when you realised
this whole enchanting vista
is there for you to see
be wrapped up in its magic
and its flights of fantasy
upstairs a bunny bottom man
a rather fluffy tail
again a lovely cheerfulness
as he plucked them from the rail
a vast vault of veneration
celebrating soul
aspirations aptly coaxed
in every sort of role
this is fairy land for all those
who imagine and can see
what is really all around us
brought to life to be
available just there
with open eyes we see
an oasis where the faerie folk
practice mythic imagery
outside in Shaftesbury Avenue
a clutter a cacophony
reality a noisy neighbour
up to its eyes in constancy.

Angels the place to go if you want to be someone else