A lune, apparently ...
Four pints of bitter
and music
aid enlightenment.
The morning after, punctuated and extended ...
Four pints of bitter,
and music,
aid enlightenment,
oiling the doors of
perception
so that they open
easily, without
your falling
through them, slapstick style.
DaDiPoMo
Thanks, Seth & Ian. Ian, that was the intention (and hope).
Anyway, day 2, such as it is ... (Shucks, I'm a day behind already). I'm reusing some of an old poem, if you think you recognise anything.
This is Crete. The balcony
of our apartment: breakfasts
of bread and honey, simple
and ambrosial.
It is warm already.
Greek rises like steam
from the seething street below.
The sun is moving across
the tiled floor, awakening
each row in turn
as though they were
the plains of Thessaly.
Here I am, crouched
over a postcard, probably,
distilling the experience
into brisk commonplaces.
The boy looks watchfully
out of his guarded corner.
The girl, more exuberant,
on my other side,
is acting out a healthy
disrespect behind my back.
Instead of a laurel wreath
she gives me bunny ears.
Anyway, day 2, such as it is ... (Shucks, I'm a day behind already). I'm reusing some of an old poem, if you think you recognise anything.
This is Crete. The balcony
of our apartment: breakfasts
of bread and honey, simple
and ambrosial.
It is warm already.
Greek rises like steam
from the seething street below.
The sun is moving across
the tiled floor, awakening
each row in turn
as though they were
the plains of Thessaly.
Here I am, crouched
over a postcard, probably,
distilling the experience
into brisk commonplaces.
The boy looks watchfully
out of his guarded corner.
The girl, more exuberant,
on my other side,
is acting out a healthy
disrespect behind my back.
Instead of a laurel wreath
she gives me bunny ears.
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