Apr 2010
I did not know her then
nor do I now
but in between, I did
She swam for Barbados
fluid young islander
of affluent Germanic descent
Adrift, cultures island sought
she surfaces, bobbing
in the Red Dragon’s wake
House on the Bay,
overflowing camper van, brim
full of friends and fun
Over the Bridge
splashing loneliness, diving
into my bath and bed
Floating alone
undercurrents scratch, tides
sandy icing of memories
Locked lapping Bay days
drag
piloting others fun
sea blue horizons
debentures sold, goodbyes told
surf Ahoy
She jumps far flung
fun soaked, to sail
the Bay of Islands
.
nor do I now
but in between, I did
She swam for Barbados
fluid young islander
of affluent Germanic descent
Adrift, cultures island sought
she surfaces, bobbing
in the Red Dragon’s wake
House on the Bay,
overflowing camper van, brim
full of friends and fun
Over the Bridge
splashing loneliness, diving
into my bath and bed
Floating alone
undercurrents scratch, tides
sandy icing of memories
Locked lapping Bay days
drag
piloting others fun
sea blue horizons
debentures sold, goodbyes told
surf Ahoy
She jumps far flung
fun soaked, to sail
the Bay of Islands
.
copyright©DJThomas@inbox.com 2010
Far Flung Fun is inspired by a memory of Nadia and dragon drawn with eyes closed, capturing the musicality of her ‘splashing loneliness’ in unusual collocation and context soaked in a ‘watery’ semantic field, with enjambement diving-boards centred in three line verses, a single ‘drag’ line highlighting meaning and internal ‘sold’, ‘told’ mouthed rhythms.
Far Flung Fun is inspired by a memory of Nadia and dragon drawn with eyes closed, capturing the musicality of her ‘splashing loneliness’ in unusual collocation and context soaked in a ‘watery’ semantic field, with enjambement diving-boards centred in three line verses, a single ‘drag’ line highlighting meaning and internal ‘sold’, ‘told’ mouthed rhythms.
