Cova
Cova spoke fondly of her Andalusian sea
She also spoke five languages including mine
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Cova wore no prints on her finger tips it seemed
And
At first I thought she was a Basque spy
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Cova carried the scent of rock pools and raw cotton in her hair
We argued over Dali, Freud and Cohen
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Apparently
Her husband was in love with old manuscripts
Hence her being there alone
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I introduced her to butterfish
Then we watched vultures gorge on something in the gutter
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Her naked foot caught mine covertly beneath the table
She hinted there was something special between her and me
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Cova promised something extraordinary if I walked
With her along the beach to her hotel
Then she was gone
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Author:
Neville (
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- Comment from author about the poem: while I was working as a volunteer in a West African Psychiatric Hospital, she proved to be a brief distraction and is remembered fondly..
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I think I like this one a lot
very kind, thanks
You write of beguiling memories so well Neville - - I am intrigued with multi-linguistic Cova myself after this read. Thanks for sharing her.
thank you for considering her Fay.. I owe ya... N
Should I have met her? Would I have swooned? heehee.
I think you might have been sedated
Well I do like this one a lot - an honest unpretentious write .
You are not her husband by any chance... if you are, I am writing this on Neville's behalf.. he recently emigrated and is now in Tasmania... if you are not her husband, Nev say's hi and sends his thanks.... Cheers, Sumbody possibly on Neville's behalf, maybe...
Is Nova her real name - if not does she come from Burma - if not no she isn't my wife. Never been to Tasmania - the nearest I've got is to sell a painting to a client in Australia. Cheers muchly to someone called Neville whoever he is.
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Very good intriguing write - what might have been.
one never knows... thank you Goldfinch60
Yes I knew Cova, only her name was.........Wish sometimes I'd followed; but then perhaps too many complications...
A succinctly painted picture which made me appreciate the end, Neville.
Thank you for breathing some life into my scribble & momentarily resurrecting this old un for me DD ... I still have some very fond memories of the time and person in question ...
Ah memories... That's my life largely now - but not entirely. I have very vivid recall, so 'daydreaming' , condemned in some quarters as unproductive does me nicely on occasion.
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