Amy Gerrard

Rookie (1963 - / St.Helens, South Lancashire, UK)

Sunny Bangkok Afternoon - Poem by Amy Gerrard

It is warm and I am alone today.
The others have gone shopping,
To the mall called MBK.
But I am tired and achy and need
A great deal of rest, so I head for
The hotel swimming pool
Ah - I think that’s best.

The pool is deserted so on the bench I
Lay down, reclined. The water isn’t deep
I think five foot four at its most depth.
And the breeze shimmers the overhanging trees,
As I rest….as I rest….
And under the warm Bangkok sun,
I ponder life back home.

Somewhere behind me, a hotel cleaner sang,
As I reach down for my ice cold beer called
‘Chang’. Or had I bought a Singh beer? I’m
Not too sure, as I gaze across at the new
Arrivals, as they pass forth through the door.
But I have no work, nor task to do, I am
Beside the pool, the flat blue netted wire
Lights that glisten, as I listen…as I listen.
But there is nothing but peace, now long
After lunch, so long after noon;
Within the warmth of a Bangkok, sunny afternoon.

A young Thai man cleans his pride and joy,
It is a 1970 mini van, all grey and restored,
All spick-and-span. I smile and say ‘Hey, I’m
From the same country as your car! ” But he simply
Smiles politely, not comprehending my complimentary tongue,
Not having to rush, just cleaning his van, with the
Same passion has one would do, for a Lotus Elan.

I rise and walk, and meander past chalets and plants
And past rat, thin cats of an alien breed – Siamese I think,
But not too sure, I’m not a zoologist, I do assure.
Timid they run, beneath park cars like scuttling ants.
I enter the hotel, the air is conditioned as guests mingle
And chat. Patients pass with heads and jaws bandaged,
As they use the hotel for recuperation purposes.
It is all so odd, so surreal not bland. How we all relax
And mix in this exotic, far-away land.

.….a beautiful, sunny, far-away land.


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Poem Submitted: Sunday, March 30, 2008



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