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.
Bustling
town,
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.
