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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 4666 Registered: 11-1998 |
Poem of the Week Olu Deniz, Under Stars Carole Barley (Vienna) Later, when sun slid too low to bleach away colours, we found the best vantage point to watch her slip, like a glowing fish, like some fabulous myth, into the confluence of ancient seas that had seen it all before. It was painterly surreal. Paragliders floated to earth, in time to alfresco music that merged seamlessly between sun-slick on wavelets; glints balanced on glasses paused near to lips that could speak wonders, leave passersby gasping, hearing nothing but what went on behind the seashell rattle of beaded curtains. After she drowned, I walked the crazy paved street, shying from starlight that washed us with some strange, giddy madness. You in front, the curve of your calves, the roll of your shoulders; walking, shrugging off the low dips of palm branch and street-seller’s spiels. The bay yawned under moon, holding captive stars and planets in a vista too wide for my eyes. It was all the brochure promised, and more. |
