Churriana

something stirred in this place, long, long ago presence lingering half-hidden haven on the crowding hillside enchanted enclave Iberian portal still open to a time confused dreams drifting on through thrum across the gridiron, quiet gravel grinding gently the sentinel awakens drowsing, curious at the latest visitation from the future the bubble reseals behind the house is real...and unreal, the garden weaving spells light gathers and pools pause at the fronting porch, then enter an inner sanctum a fulcrum where eyes uplift dark images look down from a facing wall, side-lit high pointed fenestration shadows fall and mark fine furniture with moments passing feel the slowing...of now the outside follows room to room, minds roaming free tranquility lost in thought foliage frames fields above the sandy isthmus curving coast chameleon sky shaping worn-down mountain flat-top with broken-ended stack vantage glimpsed by gods vital organ chambers in this ancient time-spun being pleasure spots under the sun blissful verandah vista beyond the stay-forever lounge arterial corridor, cosy nooks quaint meandering kitchen parlour, the Churriana heart memories replenished oceanic winds deflect clear of the insulating calm cyclic seasons hesitate storm clouds cumulate around a thinning efflorescence imprisonment below containment creaks, dead weight of imagination lacking chain-gangs build borders and walls human habitation draws in, ... the membrane may burst ! sky cracking, dreams leaking the sentinel awakes more fully, observing the scene small steps of avoidance humanity dances to a new tune, Inishowen reeling to the slow beat of aeonic time