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By Parson Thru

Sun, 24 Nov 2019
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My ghost stalks through Madrid tonight

Up the hill along San Bernardo from Metro Noviciado 

Groups of youngsters, students, noisy, happy

Outside the tattooist, I pause to look at designs in the streetlights’ glare

The blast of a passing bus

On and up to Glorieta Ruíz Jiménez – fountains playing in spotlights

Left at Quevedo, dog-leg into Fernando Católico, past Mercado Vallehermoso 

The Tap Room 

Always further than I think – I’m late again

There’s Pablo.  He’s got them in.

Saved me a seat.  

Amigo!

Gentle banter and laughter.  Poor Leganés.  1-2

We share a plato.

The 61 will take me almost to Manuel Becerra from here

Past the school – do they remember me still? Do they wonder if I’m coming back?

The crossing’s busy – laughing voices

Sirens cut through the junction

Lights drift across the sky, blinking

Hogar – home – mí casa

A problematic notion

On the edge of the plaza, the camareras are shouting their orders

I crowd up to the bar and ask for a doble

“Una?” 

The barman wipes his brow and I nod

As the image fades, I’m not sure where I am

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Comments

Submitted by Parson Thru on

Thank you. X

Parson Thru

Submitted by drew_gummerson on

The first and last lines frame this brilliantly and make it, somehow, exquisitely sad. 

 

Submitted by Parson Thru on

Thanks Drew. Much appreciated.

Parson Thru

Submitted by Ed Crane on

I still haunt The Teguise market, Uga, Haria in Lanz and wander along Las Cantaras in LPGC to Carrafour for my shopping. Chill in the park at Cuidad Jardin watching the Monarch butterflies lost so far from home plus other favourite places. . . . Even after ten years.

You put it so well in this piece. Don't leave it too long to return, it might be too late soon.

Good Luck!!!!!

 

 

Submitted by Parson Thru on

Eeeeeeeeeee, Ed.

Eeeeeeeeeeeee.

Parson Thru

Submitted by Di_Hard on

This is magic. The contrast reading about your home of light and your home of darkness! You MUST  go back, as soon as concience lets you! You are in the place of roots where all seems to go down. In Spain you could go further, unhampered by stones of memory, you could grow upwards, outwards. Don't let sunshine be seen through time's dirty window

 

Submitted by Parson Thru on

Thanks again, Di. Responsibility and compassion are the thing. If there's anything left of me and of Madrid, and they're willing to let me in again, I'll be back. Never felt so at home anywhere.

Parson Thru

Submitted by luigi_pagano on

An atmospheric and nostalgic poem, revealing the affection for a place that is the poet's spiritual home and the yearning that he has to return to his former abode. Enjoyed.

Regards, Luigi.

 

Submitted by Parson Thru on

Thank you Luigi. Hit the nail on the head.

Parson Thru

Submitted by sean mcnulty on

A vivid sketch of Spain.  This is our Facebook and Twitter Pick of the Day. Please do share if you enjoy it too!

 

Submitted by Parson Thru on

Thank you Sean. I'm really very grateful.

Parson Thru

Submitted by hoalarg1 on

Muy bien. A mi me gusta mucho.
Felt like I was being carried shoulder high through these streets with a big grin on my face.

 

Submitted by Parson Thru on

Hi hoalarg1!

You've just put a big grin on mine!

Thanks.

Parson Thru