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
Copyright © Ian Love | Year Posted 2019
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