Catalan Princess Poem by W H Benjamin

She, this Barcelona,

Makes me feel as if all the streets are alive

The buildings like sleeping jesters, giants

Dormant, snoozing under Summer skies

Waiting to perform in a midnight Circus

She dances on The Ramblas,

Waiting for Gaudi to appear

To breathe life into every door once more

Roaming, wild, she slips along wide, starry, streets,

Till she reaches it. Her face caught in beauty,

Radiant under moonlit sky

Bathed in the light of The Magic Fountain,

Cascading, waterfalls of brilliant bright,

Rainbows, falling in the night,

She takes my hand, at the centre of this;

Real. Alice's, living, Wonderland.