I would stand on a hill in Umbria
hoping for an early glimpse
of the wild boar
I would sit in the shade
of unfamiliar trees
by the pool,
sip a cold beer
and watch you swim towards me,
glistening in the bare sunlight
scattering tiny rainbows
I would breath in the scent of wild thyme
and woodsmoke,
watch the swallows dart and chase
through the lessening light
see the stars appear
in the valley below
If I were in Italy right now
Instead of Milton Keynes
Instead of in this Novotel
Instead of in this restaurant
Instead of at this small table
writing this poem
and waiting for my pudding
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16 comments:
At least you had a pudding to look forward to!
A lovely poem, a grey summer has made me dream of distant and fondly remembered holidays
Sensory wistfulness.
I am there with you, in the poem. What flavor pudding are we eating?
Thank you for the great poem. I will work on ways to include it and we of course need fillers.
So you say:
and watch you swim towards me,
glistening in the bare sunlight
scattering tiny rainbows
That's our Roger, the shimmering romantic!
Beautiful!
Strong imagery in these lines,
"and watch you swim towards me,
glistening in the bare sunlight
scattering tiny rainbows"
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I would stand on a trash heap in India
Become the queen of this empire
Built on slashed tires and chicken wire
I would arise from my cast away throne
and Knight you with this old pencil.
What a lovely poem! Im inspired!
"scattering tiny rainbows"
delightful, makes me want to catch each one of them.
being somewhere and wishing i was elsewhere, makes me want to scream and run, i think writing it down is a better choice.
wishful...wish i am someplace else too right now instead of infront of the PC :)
breathing in the scent of wild thyme and woodsmoke...
watching the stars appear....
what a graphic, sensual yet totally peaceful image you have painted. A few memories you've stirred in the pot...
but hey, pudding is as existentialist as we are!
and oh, your interview questions are ready.
Strawberries...fresh on the vine
but it is the soil beyond I see
lavished in eternitity...
You never warned me, and I never asked...the consequences of
friviolity...
so my portrait shows,in brief it's sure...
the slashes of living
each must endure.
You offered red...I offered
yellow...I think it is never
a pure identity.
and with his usual consumate ease he shows us all how it should be done.
ps. i loved the 'rabbits' cd even better than 'wonky fingers' especially the title track. remind me to do another write up.
i love how you can describe everything with such simplicity.. yet.. detail that i feel as if i'm there. smelling those smells and waiting for that pudding.
Thanks for all your fab comments!
CJ - the Killer Rabbits album should be better really. It's a real band and was recorded in a real studio by a real record producer.
The Killer Rabbits was a lot of fun. To find out more visit www.killerrabbits.freeserve.co.uk
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