AUTUMN IN CHUECA

Keith

Autumn in Chueca
Azul skies
Light the square below
Where homeless gather 
Amidst swathes
of raucous laughter
As if all cares
Had slipped down
The nearby metro stairwell.
Some smoke...
Some slap backs
One massages a beggar lady's neck
Like ancient lovers.
Others sell tissues
Amongst ballerina pigeons
Pecking for peace beneath tapas laden tables.
All life really is here.
Old men with leather-like, baked-on skin,
Lean, as if life is forever, on sticks
Passing the day, the time
With cigars, memories and wine.


And I sit in the sun
Like a Caesar
Assessing a campaign-
Where to turn next
What path to forge
How next to put pen to paper
To picture for my lover
This fragrant land
Of  Moorish memories,
Liberated love, candid care.
A thousand years
Distilled
Into this

One

Square.

  • Author: Keith (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 15th, 2022 05:57
  • Comment from author about the poem: I wrote this a couple of years ago whilst sitting one fine day in early September in a vibrant square in the barrio of Chueca in Madrid. I am, unashamedly, a serial people watcher...
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Comments1

  • Neville


    You sir are indeed a poet .. this is a fine introduction to your work .. I have no doubt I shall be visiting many more

    .. Neville

    • Keith

      Very generous of you to say so. Much appreciated.



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