Tucked in the corner
Of Covent Garden
On the busiest street
Of the busiest time of year
Lies this tiny London soap shop.
Black framed panes
Line the shop window
Soap of every shape and colour
Line every sill
The walls painted
A brilliant aquamarine.
Against the stark London sky
The gray of jackets and jumpers
The shop is illuminated from within.
Windows mirror the entire street
The reflection of stars and holiday lights.
And inside the window stands a girl
Finish up her last shift
Eyes downcast and oblivious
To the holiday around her.
With a frumpy green frock
A matching hat
Red gloves and elf ears
Behind thick glasses her eyes peer
Absorbing the holiday around her.
It looks like Christmastime.