Putting the Stamp on Poetry

Posted: October 13, 2015 in Art photography, Poetry

Leaf in rain, photo by Paul Dagys
Separate Holidays 

Ten-thirty in my time,
gone midnight in yours.

You will have dined on meat cooked by thieves,
sipped iced water to cut through
walnuts, sugar and filo
steeped in thyme-infused honey.

You will dream of mountains
hunched around villas baked white and silent:
gnarled olive trees, their leaves shuddered
silver-green in hot, dry winds;
listless waves lapping scorched Ionian shores.

You will wake with the tang of lemon on your lips:
I wake to cold white sheets;
needles of Norfolk rain.

                                       Julie Stamp

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