Poetry for a Friday morning…“Cola Light and Rum”

(Photo taken by and property of FBC, Omnia Caelum Studios Valencia)

The cutie with the short blond hair,

the brown eyed girl who lives sonewhere

above the raindrops,

below the moon,

I knew from dawn till noon…

The morning lasts till midday lass,

it’s only twelve,

much more must pass

until the clock up there says three,

and we’ll be free…

Both dry martinis in the sun

have turned to cola light and rum,

and pudding dark and pudding white,

both frozen in delight.

Delightful spirits dance and swing,

to the piper as he sings,

a requiem for unearthly things

that now are dead.

The smoke from that brick chimney,

the smell of chamomile,

the eyes of someone’s soul someone will steal…

The razor,

if it’s frozen,

cuts through veins,

without pain…

C.2020, Francisco Bravo Cabrera, 18 SEP 2020, Valencia, Spain 🇪🇸

7 comments

  1. ashok · September 18

    Beautiful poem and pic 💖

  2. Brad Osborne · September 18

    I love this story. The visual imagery is captivating and we are drawn into the story. The flow and fluidity of the rhyme scheme are smooth and pleasing. Well written, Francisco!

    • Francisco Bravo Cabrera · September 18

      Thank you Brad, I am so glad you liked it…it’s a bit different but I do love a narrative, though they don’t “appear” too frequently…All the best,
      Francisco

  3. ourcrossings · September 18

    Lovely poem, Francisco! I love poems with rhymes because they add a musical element when you read it out loud. Thanks for sharing and have a good weekend. Aiva 😊

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