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After the Carnival
Love emulsifies her.
She flows up his nose
like a dead octopus,
already drafting the list
of items to be declared
before entering.
Patra, Greece
February 2003
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| Someone's read it! At last! I'm very fond of this little poem. It didn't come from the imagination at all. I was in Patra in Greece at their famous Carnival, in the morning having coffee with revellers who'd spent the night in various ways. And there they were: he looked dazed and she, well, the poem is how I saw her. Originally I did add a note about their noses - they both had veritable plough shares, and I thought each must have been delighted to find someone else similarly snortered... Oh, and on the Sunday of Carnival time in Patra you cannot eat fish with scales, so I didn't make the octopus up either! |
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| After the fun and bright lights of the carnival, things can seem a little tame. That can apply to relationships, too. But you probably know that - Grae:) |
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A real mix and match write, John. Quite funny in its way. I liked the image of someone getting together the terms and conditions to be obtained before 'entering', where 'entering' has a possibly sexual undertone.
Great use of words to get across such imagery in so few words.
'emulsifies' is a great choice, but we are left wondering at the bigger story / picture.
Thanks for the read, John.
Grae:) |
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