Tag: portugal

Scared

Scared

I’m scared of the octopus that lives in the sea
There’s a shark out there on a wave you can’t see
How do you know there isn’t a whale?

It’s too deep to float
That salt’s too old
I’ve read you can drown in a bath.

I’m afraid of tsunamis
Remember Santorini
She was meant to be safe.

Jellyfish sting and they’re Portuguese
I must be alergic, I’ll die of shock
It’s time to run for my life.

 

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Portugal 2017

 

Poetry: “We played hide-and-seek on holidays”

We played hide and seek on holiday

I would close my eyes at evening,
the breeze would slip away
to another appointment.

I would count the lights go down,
cover my head from stars,
let the moon keep watch.

I would draw back shutters at dawn,
go search for the wind
outside

A mosaic of pale stone
ferociously pushing heat into my face,
a frog fixed in the pond with fierce eyeballs.

I would look behind corners of brilliant white
across luscious grass blades, erect, unmoving,
plumbago petals still under cork oaks,

palms hanging arced in the oven.
I would look and look,
until both eyelids would give in,

and call out to the wind:
You have won, Unfound One
You are master of this game.

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