Puig des Molins

High on the hill of windmillsRest the smiling bones of men.Where the ten centuries old olive tree stands,They walked ten centuries before,And some, some centuries more.Long gone their pink flesh and brown eyes,Now they wear glossy green weeds.Their brown age-stained teeth remain.Where their friends carved out hypogea in the stone,Placed painted ostrich eggs with them,TributesContinue reading “Puig des Molins”

On the dissolution of heroes

Napowrimo April 26, 2022 As unexpected as finding on the moon, A tumble dryer, transported by hot air balloon, By palomino mice playing a Beethoven tune, On blancmange bassons . To erode the whole of Everest’s peaks, By splitting rocks to make them weak, Then through fossilised fissures icy fingers seek, To havoc wreak. Then windContinue reading “On the dissolution of heroes”

On being 60 at Café del Mar

Napowrimo April 25, 2022 Today’s prompt is based on the aisling, a poetic form that developed in Ireland. An aisling recounts a dream or vision featuring a woman who represents the land or country on/in which the poet lives, and who speaks to the poet about it. “Para uno?” she confirms,And with a sweep ofContinue reading “On being 60 at Café del Mar”