Sunday, 24 May 2009

tall glasses

(memory of holidays)

it had hard marble floors stretching

they were speckled grey
and were clean

the shower curtain in the bathroom
had a dark blue siluette
of a naked women carrying flowers

it was lovley

there was sand in the bath
we used to bagsie showers on our way home
from family days of the beach

and sitting in the back of the car we would shout
"me first for the shower", "me second"
... a ritual, did we really care?


palm trees swayed softly in warm air
cactie held water for drinking later
peoples skin shone of sunshine

the rubbish stunk but it didnt seem to smell bad
the train came by lazily
people siestered gently
while the town closed down for the afternoon

like a broken train, not even at its' station

people drank from long tall glasses in the evenings

tall glasses filled to the top with ice and rum
rum poured in without measuring
and drank late into unmeasured warm, long, spanish, summer evenings.

1 comment:

  1. very moving and lovely poems, touched my heart sadly and warmly... liked the Alice in Wonderland last poem,about corn on the cob and the old lady at the bus stop was described with such compassion and painterly images... glad there are still some humans in the world - like some kind of russian poem...

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