Portugal Redux
It wasn’t the country I remembered
with its laundry flapping on balconies, whimsical
as crêpe paper streamers in breezy sunlight.
No, it was chilly lichen-covered grottoes
invaded by Chinese tourists; it was dampness
seeping through limestone under hunkering leaden skies.
It was lines of sodden jeans hanging
heavy over azulejo walls.
It was jumbles of anchors and fishing nets
and boats with prows full of innuendo
– of forbidden fruit and soft eggs and
pink flamingos. It was ropes and seahorses
and tiny sardines locked tightly in colorful cans.
It was wind and rain whipping palm trees amidst
candy-striped cottages, once “haystacks” for fishermen,
and grasses rushing over dunes under hurrying skies.
It was jagged and rocky cliffs where the sea, like a fool,
flung itself, shattering into airborne shards of glass.
It was phallus-shaped San Gonçalo cakes
nibbled by lonely older women
hungry for love. On a steep hill,
a castle, once belonging to Moors,
hovered like a long-forgotten menace, invisible
in the fog. Buildings squatted, mired in dereliction.
Was it really me here before,
that summer
– alone –
when I imagined myself as someone else,
a woman on the verge of astonishment?
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“POETRY” Invitation: I invite you to write a poem of any poetic form on your own blog about a particular travel destination. Or you can write about travel in general. Concentrate on any intention you set for your poetry.
One of my poetry intentions for my trip to Portugal was this: Pick 6 words describing something you encounter in your travels and write a poem weaving these together. The six words I picked were: 1) grotto; 2) azulejo; 3) laundry; 4) phallus-shaped; 5) seahorses; and 6) sardines. √
You can either set your own poetic intentions, or use one of the prompts I’ve listed on this page: writing prompts: poetry. (This page is a work in process). You can also include photos, of course.
Include the link in the comments below by Thursday, February 6 at 1:00 p.m. EST. When I write my post in response to this challenge on Friday, February 7, I’ll include your links in that post.
This will be an ongoing invitation, on the first Friday of each month. Feel free to jump in at any time. 🙂
I hope you’ll join in our community. I look forward to reading your posts!
So much of what you describe is recognisable to me, Cathy. It’s a different world when the sun doesn’t come out to play. Love the image of the tiny sardines tightly locked in their tins. I have one in the cupboard 🙂 🙂 We have a second consecutive grey day here, and it is dispiriting, but in a world where friends are helplessly watching their homes burn I count myself incredible lucky. I can simply sit here and enjoy your poetry.
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I’m sure much of this is recognizable to you, Jo. The weather really does affect my moods, sad to say; it shouldn’t because of the fires in Australia and the droughts in other areas of the world. I should learn to celebrate rain! I honestly don’t mind it when I’m at home with nothing to do; it feels quite cozy to stay inside and watch the gloom outside. But when traveling, it really does put a damper on things.
I feel so heartbroken for the Australians suffering from those horrific fires. How frightening and hopeless that must be. Thanks for your kind words, Jo. Happy weekend. 🙂
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My good friend Meg (who I met in Poland) has just been evacuated. I can’t imagine how awful it must be to watch your home burn.
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Oh no, Jo! That must be devastating for Meg. If you talk to her, give her my good wishes for her safety and that of her family. That is heartbreaking.
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We’re hoping the fire will pass by, Cathy. Her former husband, Joe, lives in the bush and his place was spared recently, but she feels it’s only a matter of time. I don’t know how I would cope.
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I hope it does pass by. I know I wouldn’t cope. It would be hard for anyone. A terrible tragedy all around.
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I’ve been wondering how Meg was as her beautiful place, that she captures so well in her blog, is only a short distance away from the centre of the uncontrollable fires and worse is forecast for this weekend. My heart grieves for our beautiful country and all the people caught in a living hell, not to mention all the birds and animals lost.
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Hi Pauline! It’s such a vast country, yours! Me and Jude have been trying to maintain contact, though I hardly dare look at the photos on the news. I hope she’s safe but no idea what will become of her home. Expecting no news for a day or two. 😦
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Let Meg know I’m thinking of her when you can get in touch.
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🤗💕
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I’m very worried about Meg too, Pauline. Has anyone heard anything? The news is so devastating there. People, their homes, animals, everything is in danger. I hope and pray that she and all Australians emerge safely from these hellish fires, with homes intact.
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It is horrendous and no end in sight
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I hope you reclaim that woman on the verge of astonishment. What a lovely image.
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Thanks so much, Anabel. It was a different time in my life; I hope I can reclaim that person. I do at times, but not every day. Maybe my new meditation practice will help me see the world in a more loving way. Thanks so much for your kind words. 🙂
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Another beauty!
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Thanks, Jude! I don’t know how beautiful that particular image was, but for some reason it’s something that struck me this time around. 🙂
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I love your poetic play with words Cathy that conquer up such a vivid picture
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Thank you, Pauline! 🙂
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The contrasts are compelling. I feel as if I’ve learned a great deal about two different trips to the same place. And the last line about the woman on the verge of astonishment. Anticipation and disappointment so well-conveyed, there and throughout.
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Thank you so much for your feedback, Christopher. The two trips were so different, and at such different junctions in my life, so I’m glad you could feel the difference. 🙂
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