LIQUID
SUNSHINE
The
warming glow of cane
Slides
easily over the ice,
Whilst
we’re serenaded
By whistling frogs
Proclaiming
their love,
Or
their territory
High
in the swaying palms.
The ivory slams down hard
On the weathered mahogany table,
Professional
gaze, level and yet amused
Scans
the dominoes lay exposed
The
liquid sunshine, smooth and silken
Caresses
the senses
As
I produce the double six.
The
Caribbean Sea laps the shore
With
an audible sigh,
Bad
move
Teeth
sucking and cussing
And
the winning ivory shatters the peace.
White
man sipping good rum
But
the black man wins again,
Nothing
is better
Good
friends
Good
food,
Total
relaxation
On
this beautiful Isle.
The
heady mix of rum
With
soft soca wafting in the wind,
The
early hours
Of
a Caribbean day
Spicy
flying fish cutters
Washed
down with an ice cold beer,
Heaven
has touched the land.
The
mind seduced
By the cream of the Sugar cane,
The
golden, liquid sunshine
Whether
masked in coke
Or
neat in the crystal goblet
Is
the essence of a wonderful night.
One
day I’ll return
To
my friends
The
taxi drivers,
Slamming
the dominoes
Sipping
the good old rum
At
Accra beach
Barbados
Heaven
on earth.
Phil
Hall July 2013
i am shattered by you not being part of my daily life, my knight, my friend, my forever crush. you have helped me so much with your beautiful words. you helped me come back to life. you became a great part of my day. i will miss you greatly. maybe we will see each other in Barbados when my humpty dumpty self is put back together again. i wish to drop by and read you if you don't mind, i miss you already my knight.
ReplyDeleteYou teleport me to the seaside in Barbados! Thanks Phil!
ReplyDeleteKim you'll be just fine, and if you do make it to Barbados trust me you'll be put back together quite quickly. So I say make the trip. Phil since you're not "anywhere" I'll just silently read and appreciate your words.
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