Spain

I was there...

a burnt land; dark-suited,

black with gravel,

frames  deep in a white sky

all green stolen

or schooled; the fat glove of heat,

heart`s oven; sea-foam as steel

all bowed and tired and full of

wet salt;under the waves

a requiem of sand, the

ancient sinking of dunes,

old twins of blossom and sword,

salt palms as dry signs

around the angular blocks; silencio;

leaving is a small death; the rub,

traces of sealight

a wash of water and sticks,

a requested place,

a bodyguard of chained smiles.

Reviews

[Tina Kline]

A nicely done poem. It has a dark edge to it. The picture your word have made here is a very strong one. Fantastic job!

[Coyote Song]

Brilliant poem. The imagery here is powerful, it paints a picture rather bleak and dreary, like maybe this part of Spain might be better avoided. A very well written poem.

[An owl on the moon]

Such beautiful, bittersweet memories that bring the landscape to life... the personification is flawless...

[It's Me, The Miracle]

To me, the only known place in spain was Andalusia(From The Alchemist, Paulo Coelho). Here, I am watching at spain in a very different angle....Being a humble writer from India, this poem is a lesson for me....Thanks a lot for sharing this

[Pryde Foltz]

I am transported to the scrub bush and the beach and those 'chained smiled'.

[Sami Khalil]

This is unique way of visiting a country and describing its inhabitants along with the culture of things. I don't know if you had a bad experience or bad encounters with corruption or the sword ( the powers that be ; could be the police ) .
Very interesting though , sir...:)

[Dean]

A very different, and arresting, impression of Spain. One wants to stay here and think awhile.
And the penultimate stanza? Those sealight traces are haunting.

[Frieda P]

Wow you make Spain seem so dark and dreary...imagery is amazing. My friend Star is leaving for Spain on Thursday, I hope she finds a more light than is apparent here.

[bobc]

Very nice...many strong images. Liked this very much...bob

[Prritiy]

a burnt land; dark-suited,
black with gravel,
frames deep in a white sky

all green stolen
.
.
.
.
a bodyguard of chained smiles.

a poem full of vague sadness, the way you describe the place it seems 'not to be visited' board you have put here.

the use of words is quite dramatic and piercing and a sort of mystery but not pleasant surrounds here.