In Qala
In Qala (pronounced Ah-la)
I stopped opposite the steps
of the ancient church.
Time to chill, relax
take in some sun,
some local beer.
The smell of Gozitan cuisine
wafting on the promise
of a reasonably priced menu.
The lady who runs the place
leaning through the hatch in the door
explaining her purpose.
Tuesday 21st August 2012 10:48 am
A Summer of Adolescence
As children we came up here
pretending to be soldiers with our
green plastic helmets and long sticks.
We built a camp beneath the trees,
dug down into a hovel and covered it
with corrugated iron that had been
dumped in a skip.
We lived here that whole summer.
Holed up, waiting for an invisible enemy
or other kids on bikes.
Near the end o...
Tuesday 21st August 2012 10:12 am
Something I Wrote
Something I wrote
was for you
a letter
torn between the tears,
I wrote it in despair
then forgot.
Today
I find your answer
in a bottom drawer.
I read it through
and after
some eight or nine years now
your scent
still lingers
at the end of each paragraph.
Thursday 16th August 2012 7:07 pm
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