The crescents still glow with that amber delight,

Each curve catching echoes of long, brilliant nights.

 

The friends and the mentors who steadied my climb,

Each moment a step in the life I’d define.

 

The stone shaped my footing, the view taught me scale,

Each stumble a footnote in this showgirl’s tale.

 

If Venice was passion, then Bath is its grace,

A city of splendour, of polish, of taste.