An Uninvited Guest

After a long afternoon in Limassol,
I stumbled through the arcade
behind the pub with the parrot.
Left towards the church or
right and visit the Kokinelli
Factory?

Surely I’d decided on the latter, when
I was undertowed along in
a tide of moustaches, some of
them on male guests - at least I
think so. I was a little
tipsy though.

And the service wasn’t long;
didn’t seem it, anyhow
-maybe I took a soldier’s
nap as the sun was prismed
by stained glass pictures
of St George.

Swept along again to a long table with
suflaki, sheftalia and
yogurt live with culture,
drinking proper wine, gold teeth
smiled at every toast proposed
to the groom.

At last the climax came in awarding
the couple wedding gifts in
traditional style - so
in my turn, I pinned my
last Cypriot pound to the
wedding dress.