A Love Story 2
Huelva and the Gulf of Cadiz, and it was August, and in the town
There was loud music and rockets in the air. I had met a gypsy girl
She wore a white blouse and a long red skirt. She wore no shoes, her feet brown and dusty.
Back then, I smoked cigarettes- Chesterfield-
They were supposed to be upmarket compared to Camel cigarettes.
Even then, I wanted to be different, a cook who could read
She admired my Ronson lighter; it was expensive, and no one on
The ship had a lighter that classy.
She clicked the lighter a few times, how she coveted it, but I was
surprised when she suddenly ran away. I thought she ran for fun.
She would come back: she didn´t. Later, I saw her; she was with two
gypsy boys, and I dared not say anything. I walked back on board,
borrowed a box of matches, sat in my cabin smoking and dreaming
of her beautiful eyes.
Woo hoo there it is
That brand new cadiz.
The latest, greatest whiz
Out of marketing biz.
It's on most folks list
Straight from known em stiff
With a Kansas city twist
Gotta have a new Cadiz
That's the way it is.
Brand new Cadiz.
DIVINE WARRIOR
It certainly is a real English name
And true English, of Angle origin
But some may say, Viking Norse
There are two name components
God and Bear, or Divine Warrior
Like King Arthur’s coat of arms
But more in Essex than his Wessex
Yet 11th century Viking influence
From William’s Norman invasion
Brought prominence to the name
Yet in slightly more modern times
A famous sherry made in Cadiz
A black bull symbol everywhere
And unofficial Spanish emblem
But the name continues strongly
From playwright to laptop maker
Recently extending to Exchequer
A name that has secured its place
And that I am still proud to own
Please see Gulf of Cadiz
Praia da Rocha Beach
Tour port cellars and bridges
hop-on hop-off buses make travel easy
take oh my cod food tour with Ricardo in Lisbon
THE SLEEPERS AWAKE
For century or more they served
Unchanging paths they always kept
As in a dream the tracks preserved
With faith immovable they slept
One day as on a given sign
Their somnolence came to an end
They woke and each looked down the line
Thought: ‘Now’s the time to make amend’
The drivers were caught by surprise
(They never chose to left nor right)
And they could not believe their eyes
At unexpected views in sight
What should have been a vernal place
With nothing but some cows and sheep
Revealed a bustling teeming space
Of cars and people half asleep
Some passengers were due for shock
Arriving not in Waterloo
But disembarked at Pembroke Dock
Some stayed; (it was a nicer view)
Some thought they headed for train boats
To Marseilles Nice or yet Cadiz
But woke in sight of John O’Groats
Got off the train with shivering knees
These days of glorious free ride
Gave inspiration, passing strife
When they could choose and they decide
And thus perceive a truth of life
Then with a satisfaction deep
They resurrected each old line
And laid down there once more to sleep
Perhaps to wake another time
Old man looking back in time
He remembers it well when the Mediterranean was
rich grassland had many lakes and the people
living there never starved.
A mountain ridge between Spain and Africa kept
the Atlantic Ocean away, but a seer had been on top
of the ridge and seen the mighty ocean, and felt the strain
of the mountain and took to warning people to move
upland; only a few listened and moved to Cadiz.
Earthquake, big fissure in the mountain keeping the ocean
at bay; it took forty days and forty nights, only a few people
with their chattel escaped.
The new ocean was now called: “Between Land Sea.” and people took up sailing,
trading and warring, later tourists came who
had no interest in the passing of time, and that is ok, I understand
that most goats ended up in Spain and the donkeys in Tripoli.
Al Alec loved long jelly roll
And profit from the future poll
But the spread of cheese
Was Foiled in Cadiz
Al left NY to live in Black Hole
© Rajat kanti Chakrabarty
17 December, 2014
A Love Story 2
Huelva and the Golf of Cadiz and it was August and in the town
there were laud music and rockets in the air. I had met a gypsy girl
she wore a white blouse and a red long skirt she wore no shoes
her feet brown and dusty. Back then I smoked cigarettes- chesterfield-
they were supposed to be upmarket compared to Camel cigarettes;
even then I wanted to be different, a cook who could read
She admired my Ronson lighter it was expensive and no one on
the ship had a lighter that classy.
She clicked the lighter a few times how she coveted it, but I was
surprised when she suddenly ran away. I thought she ran for fun,
she would come back: she didn´t. Later I saw her she was with two
gypsy boys and I dared not say anything. I walked back on board,
borrowed a box of matches sat in my cabin smoking and dreaming
of her beautiful eyes.
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