28 Aug 2014

Tenerife: a poem

Looming mountains
Sandy beaches
Rocky beaches
Blue day skies
Blue, starry night skies
Skulking cats
Sweet, melting ice cream
Visiting Church
Lazy movements 
Exploring
Hunting bus stops
Attempting Spanish
Incredible scenery 
Sandy body
Sangria
Whirring fan
Isolation
Sleeping naked
Morning dawn calls
Inexpressible grief
Silent tears
Books
Paranoia
Strong black coffee
Sunglasses 
Body blister sores
Pain
Foreign clinic
Self conscious 
New eyes

I haven't written poetry since school so don't judge this attempt. I don't think I can write in prose about my recent holiday yet but I wanted to express something of it. This hopefully gives you an idea.

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