20140718

Ken Bolton / September Poems / 8.



9  Views


It is one of the two vistas:

of tiled roofs, 
(many aged, 
discoloured,
sway-backed,
forming a soup-pea, variegated line:
a row of older 
house roofs—
                        against 
the newer orange),

& trellis & palm tree,
           #
& the intricate
calmingly stepped
& shuffled & fanned-out
facades 
of buildings 

that climb 
the hill, 
in shallow,
flattened planes one
behind another.

The other view—
in shades of, mostly,
sandy cream—the rooves
orange or lentil—
&,  pink  yellow  aqua,
a few walls in stucco:


A cliche but
irreproachable.  The
sun, now, is strengthening.
Six o’clock maybe.


10


It even reminds me of Israel—
the castle above the hill,
the cypresses in
slightly terraced banks








 
 
previous page     contents     next page
 

0 Comments:

Post a Comment

<< Home

Powered by Blogger