On May 2nd 2012 we took a break in a five-star hotel on Malta to recharge our batteries after a long winter. The first day held a surprise.
This poem was recently selected by Helen Ivory for inclusion in the excellent poetry and prose webzine ink-sweat-and-tears. Click on the title to open the page in the magazine.
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The past chides indulgence on the tenth floor
in the five- star comfort of the afternoon siesta
the hot air is scratched by an unknown sound
schrik - schrik, schrik – – – schrik.
An irregular beat, not mechanical
prods animalistic memory –
does a giant insect graze the balcony?
The tourist timidly checks his territory.
In a tiny field canyonned by buildings
a sickle crops ripe barley in slow bites.