We’ve all found places on porches where crickets click
And in these dreams the sun is setting
With a pinkish red hue, hazy and bathing
Us, as we bask, blinking as the last of the light
Slowly slips away
Clutch that cardigan tighter, slung over
Sloping shoulders as you lean back
And put your back into the swing seat
Sip on the straw and run thin fingers
Through rich ringlets of hazel brown
Relax and breath, and breath and relax
Little gasps of life enter your lungs
Between the drags
We’re living in the gaps between the day
To day, as each day ends
Whilst this weather holds
And whether you’re still holding her hand
When the seasons change
There’s no reason for ruining rhyme
With a shot of reality squeezing through the catheter
So click, clack and skip away little cricket
Grasshopper, locust or whatever you are
When you’re at home in the garden of my home
As the sun sets and the tide of evening
Takes hold, you’re still sat warm and waiting
For all of this to end, for that alarm to shriek
And buzz, as you stumble into life
Head-first and blurry as it washes over you
The clamour and scuttle of it all
You envy that locust, that cricket
Sat there on your lawn in the dusk
Chirruping, chiming away
And recognise that it’s not the girl
Nor the drink, but the insect
Who truly defines your nights in the gaps
After all, after the blast
The clicking and chirruping is all you’ll hear
Not her, not even the swing of this bench
But only an insect, a noise
To soothe you to sleep with a beer in your hand
After a week away in beautiful 30 degree heat, drinking ten generously mixed cocktails on the quiet days and eating two full plates of meat and cheese for each meal, I’m back from Paphos, Cyprus.
It was all for my friend’s wedding and the day went very smoothly, you wouldn’t be risking sunburn if you had an outdoor ceremony and after party in England at this time of year.
I last visited cyprus when i was about twelve and i saw quite a few old sights this time round that stirred my memories. I was mostly impressed by how relaxed and friendly people are. The history as a British colony is still prominent once you scratch under the surface and this influence is equally comforting and disappointing. With all the expats, British stores, restaurants, pubs and customs such as driving on the left, it can be a little too familiar when you’re trying to get away from it all but i guess thats a lot better than a hostile or alien place. I guess i mean that it just feels a little bit like a little britain with scorching sunshine and friendli…hang on, why am I complaining?!
Highlights, other than the gorgeous ceremony,
Segway tours (I have no idea how that nobhead Piers Morgan toppled one over)
Hundreds of rather cuddly fleabag street cats
‘Ray Bans’ that cost less than my suncream
The grim monolithic sight of the tanker that ran aground in Paphos bay nearly fifteen years ago.
After all the sun, free drinks and reunion with university friends it’s now back to the good old British weather.
We see the same sky
You and I
Watching as the horizon
Blends with warm ocean
And aren’t you glad you’re laying here
That tanker out there
What do you think they’re
Thinking when they sit there
Watching and waiting for a call
To come to shore
Why do you think I care
She said as she traced a thin line of
Her belly button
Idly caressing and eyes on skies
Distant, daring and blinking blue
Behind Ray Bans that could define my life
I breathed deeply and furrowed forth
If life is a game
Are you winning or losing
I asked her
She sniffed and drew her arms around
Poised, taut and drawing it out
I’m playing and that’s better than most
She left to the right
My feet dug in the sand
By the shore
With the sun and the sea and the scene
Still the tanker sat motionless
So here I lie with my eyes on empty skies
Before this year the last time I had been abroad was September 2009, to Washington DC. This year I’ve already been to New York and now this week I’m going to Paphos in Cyprus and Florida for Christmas.
I’m not expecting it to be scorching in Cyprus at this time of year but it should be a good ten degrees centigrade better than the UK and I might see that thing that people abroad call “the sun”.
Look forward to obligatory photos of hotel pool, cocktails and beaches. Going to do my very best to get a tan.
I can’t wait, even if I did choose to spend 4 hours layover in a Greek airport just to save £40. I mean, Greek airports can be a lot of fun too, right?
I really don’t know why so many of my peers are in such a rush to charge out of Suffolk and live in the big cities. Yeah, we have awful transport links and lack the 24hr convenience stores but…well, I spent my lunch break enjoying this.