Do you remember?
Six a.m. on arrow-straight-
-to-the-beach-Makarios Street,
surly sun rising in Limassol,
Aphrodite’s café less than beautiful:
drinking beer from a teapot
and mismatched mugs.
Aristotle brought the breakfasts,
sat down with us and recalled
six months with a friendly girl
in Sydney Harbour, after
jumping ship from his
namesake's tanker. Had
the time of his life
until the money ran out.
Do you remember?
Ari – sixty at least- grizzled
and grease-spattered, nicotine
fingered, with the eye of Paris
dreaming under the heavy brow;
remembering a half-year of love
on the other side of the world.
Comments
Doeslittle | February 27, 2008 - 21:54
This is really good. I love the idea of a surly sun and I especially liked the last verse.
capoeiragem | February 27, 2008 - 23:30
Really liked this, wistful and nostalgic but at the same time so vivid. I have to agree with Doeslittle as well, loved the image of Ari in the last stanza,
'with the eye of Paris
dreaming under the heavy brow;
remembering a half-year of love
on the other side of the world'
Beautiful. Thanks for a great read!
Nathan Bednarek | February 28, 2008 - 13:58
I like it. Its simple yet clever setting really captures the sense of the poem. You add a very nice voice to it; very genuine. A good read. Well done.
Nathan.
littleditty | February 28, 2008 - 15:22
liked this lots -rememberng someone remembering -pictured it, nice lead in - :o) may be i've been there tho... maybe i know Ari...liked the teapots -good poem Ewan