Paul Davis in Barcelona, Part 5

Paul Davis in Barcelona, Part 5

A Poem by kentuck14
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The final installment

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The American trio walked about the
cobbled streets, where meat hung like
trophies in open air markets; fruit and
vegetables were piled up like small
Spanish mountains.Old fountains
sprayed and cackled in cool and shady
squares, where young mothers watched
their children play.Up and down they
walked the Ramblas; on and on they
walked, barely knowing where they
were in this old city by the sea.

One afternoon, escaping from sudden
rain,the trio entered a bar cached in a
hidden street.Ordering beers, were served
San Miguel in a bottle, the cold brew
quite refreshing.Later, their night was
filled with roiling stomachs, each
comparing their awful discomfort
when meeting in the morning.When
later presented again with San Miguel,
our informed travelers quickly turned
it away.  

On they went, visiting the Picasso
Museum---old Pablo’s paintings exploding
with brilliant color against the white
brightness of its walls.Gaudi’s unfinished
cathedral shot up in the sky, its spires
seemingly disconnected from its interior,
which appeared like an animal torn open
by a ravaging beast of prey.

Toward the end of the trio’s last week,
the “Squire” bought tickets to a bullfight.
Standing at a bus stop, ready to go, they
heard rain had canceled the day.
Paul and poetaster tried to give away
their tickets to American girls at the
pension, who refused to open their door,
thus missing the macho blood-letting of
a bullfight in Franco’s beautiful, sunny
& fascist Spain.

Paul and poetaster finally returned to
Germany---
their European adventure
at an end, the long train ride back to
army life forgotten in the fog of time
                and space.
Much older now and memory unreliable,
who knows what actually happened in
those October days. Yet, for sure, old
Barcelona will never be the same.

© 2019 kentuck14


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The most poetic of the series, I believe. Have always been a fan of Hemingway's spain, but doubtful that exists in any form. Nice touch with all things Barcelona. Bullfights, pretty catalonian girls, and diarrhea inducing beverages. I think I want to go. It was a fun series.

Posted 1 Month Ago


I too have been to Barcelona. The cafe con lichi was expensive! (for the uninitiated that's coffee with milk)
We didn't try the beer!

Posted 1 Month Ago


kentuck14

1 Month Ago

Things were cheap back in the fall of '70. Thanks for stopping by.
T
What an exhilirating romp through western Europe these two had. More and more I wish I had had th opportunity to be with them. Thank you for sharing the tale.

Take care - Dave

Posted 1 Month Ago


kentuck14

1 Month Ago

Dave. Glad you enjoyed the "romp."
T
Dave

1 Month Ago

It was such a pleasure.

Thanks - again - Dave
Your rambling poem did a perfect job of sampling many varied aspects of an adventurous romp (where sometimes youthful memories are full of "same ole, same ole!") You lingered on each anecdote so briefly, we were always wanting to know more, but moving along (leaving a little wonder) keeps your poem galloping along friskily! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

Posted 1 Month Ago


kentuck14

1 Month Ago

Margie,
So glad you enjoyed my adventures with Paul all those years ago. Thanks for your kind.. read more
to find enjoyment in a fascist nation...some good within the bad...and there is something very metaphoric in the idea of the bull fight...the blood letting...that they couldn't sell their tickets to and yet they did not stay for it...kind of that get out while it's safe.
quite the journey you took us on, Tom.
good stuff.
j.

Posted 2 Months Ago


kentuck14

2 Months Ago

It didn't occur to me the irony of such an adventure in a fascist state when I began this poem.
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This is what fascinates me most about your narrative, Tom: "in Franco's beautiful, sunny & fascist Spain." Just wrapping my head around the contrast of this eventful trip and the enjoyment found by the two young men when jaunting through a fascist regime.

You've offered wonderful details. That's the highlight for me. I've been hardly anywhere in the world--not north beyond the Carolinas or west beyond Alabama. I do my traveling through the words of others, so I am always interested in these kinds of narratives. A worthy read, this.

I like how you wrap up with the nod to unreliable memory. But, for the readers, I suspect accuracy is less important than flourish of detail. We always have poetic license! Really enjoyed your story.

Posted 2 Months Ago


kentuck14

2 Months Ago

E,
Glad you enjoyed the story. And thanks for the kind comments on this work.
T
Such a colourful and engaging tale this has been in Barcelona with the three friends doing the rounds of this famous city. So enjoyed the narrative light nature of the whole episode.

Posted 2 Months Ago


kentuck14

2 Months Ago

John, Thanks for reading. Glad you enjoyed.
T

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Started reading and writing poetry while in the Army many years ago. I picked up a book of poems by Leonard Cohen in a bookshop on Monterrey CA's Fisherman's Wharf and went on from there. I've had a n.. more..

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