Hi, this will be my last posting here for a couple of weeks. I'm off to let some warm air caress my ageing bones. So see you soon.
MY GREEK HOLIDAY.
Greek warriors striding towards me
erect, looking straight ahead
dressed in traditional dress.
Skin tight jeans, knee length Jimmy Chow boots,
ample cleavage, displayed,
topped with Prada sunglasses
and Gucci bag slung over the shoulder.
Noisy cafes, loud animated conversation,
no hands, no voice.
Click of dice, backgammon the religion.
An array of coffees, delivered
to background music born of a forced marriage,
traditional Greek, rock and rap, Greek pop.
White and beige apartment blocks
scarred by long dark shadows,
set ablaze in a scarlet fire
by a fireball sun that seeks the sea,
creating a firestorm across the sky.
Only a lingering kiss with the sea can cool its ire.
Apartments, villas, tavernas,
marauding groups, two’s, three’s, four’s.
Sometimes lying around in the sun,
sometimes following you,
sometimes howling at you.
Everywhere, the street dogs of Greece.
Sitting on my rock
On the side of the mountain,
the sun in my face,
not a breath of wind, not a sound.
Ah, this must be the valley
Where the Gods sleep.www.radicalglasgow.me.uk