Holiday Romance Poem by Sheena Blackhall

‘I remember how we walked
Avoiding the hawkers’
The voice in the airport murmured

‘The wine was dry. The shish kebab was fiery.
But why should I bother to learn a new language?

After that day I totally lost all interest
Too much clinging and promises
Kisses to make you drown

And did I really care?
I sent on all her belongings
Including the straw hat from Ephesus.’

She will weep and wait in the village
A thin white sheet still folded
Over the foot of the bed.