Cavea del Oceano
Had a sunny retreat recently to kick-start my writing again. All comments/suggestions welcome, e.g. how to get the ‘accent’ over the ‘e’ in Cesar. :^) Thanks x
Cavea del Oceano
Perhaps Barceló lives in
the ocean front Cesar Manrique
lava bubble-inspired house.
Reminds me of Highway One –
the hippy zone. Homes
at home with Pacific cliffs.
This sea-cave is made to
look like the perfect hermetic retreat.
It burrows into a bay – its non-identical twin
is a turret to the west.
In the magma-darkened, cobalt Atlantic
two men swim together.
I imagine they’re bankers
from Frankfurt, bobbing in
the water, free and away
‘on business’
away from wives.
A conference in Spain, Schatz
flight to Lanzarote.
A win-win – it’s no sin
the wives shop together
purchase new lingerie.
Sabine shows Nadine
the red, lacy corset.
Nadine nods though she knows
Fritz doesn’t like tits
on a woman.
She once tried to tempt him
into her closet.
Trevor, thank you so much for your helpful comments. I’m rushing now as away until tomorrow but will attend to asap. All true, you know. ;^)
Kim x
German bankers at large. They probably scared away the great white sharks. I can’t offer any significant critique, Kim. I just enjoyed your poem. Take care, Mick.
Thank you for dropping in on this one, Mick.
Kim x