I vacationed in Segovia
and also spent downtime in Madrid
but which is why matters not where
for I forgot what I there did.
My days spent in Segovia
and in Madrid were solo
though I cannot prove that truth
for I took not one single photo.
I know that times in Segovia
and Madrid combined were expensive,
especially my time spent in jail
cause one city nailed me "offensive."
So be it Segovia or Madrid -
a utopia or dystopia grid -
I'm a rude nuisance who's crude presence
both cities united to forbid.
A silly young man from Segovia
Was eager to collar a novia:*
When asked for his preference,
He gave points of reference,
Restricted from Minsk to Monrovia.
When asked, an old maid from Madrid
Answered testily, “Heaven forbid!”
But then, once wined and dined,
She felt less disinclined:
She said, “Maybe I will” – and she did!
* novia = girlfriend
On a bright broad beach near Barcelona
Where I was feeling so all alone-a
A glorious vision strode into view.
Like Rubirosa, I knew what to do.
I charmed this woman from Segovia,
A fair descendant of the great El Cid.
Her radiant eyes and shimmering hair
Caused many a wag to stammer and stare.
She charged my cardiovascular pump
But in Madrid she tossed me on the dump.
Like a cop she caused cardiac arrest
As my collapsed knees can truly attest.
As I lay in my bed about half dead
This fair lady came with a smile like lead,
Making me feel old and filled with deep dread,
She offered farewell with the words she said,
“You poor lost puppy here is a new leash
For some silly maid to have and to hold.
I must confess I am quite over ya
I’m leaving Madrid for Segovia.”
Terracotta dreams alight
in rising Roman aqueducts
slipping in twilight hours of the night
where mysterious Spanish memories are plucked;
a momentary plunge
with Hercules standing muscle-bound
from which olden images are hung
as winds rise without a sound;
a flare in dance upon the castle floors
to pray a prayer aloud
beyond grand cathedral doors
holding visions authentic to each crowd;
slip in and out the corridors of legacy
Segovia and Madrid, the old Alcazar,
where history lay in wait splendidly
and time marches on, near and far;
these are mere images that remain
to tell a story old yet true
by which history is framed
a place, a legend, a story not new;
let it rise, let it stay
mysteries laid in the past
while awe and beauty grace the day
and visions and dreams race fast.
SEGOVIA AND MADRID
I land on this wee planet of Segovia.
Has blood-red skies, like Transylvania.
Knees start knocking, afraid to answer.
The room grows suddenly cold..brrr.
Suddenly a star, happenstance a ship
appears and I hop in it, as I flip
off the fanged nightmare I leave behind.
We head for Madrid - the bulls are more kind.
I sing a song:
~ Between Segovia and Madrid
Two wondrous destinations
I live to tell the tale of both ~
~ Segovia’s blood thirsty
Oh, the torture’s never ending
The sky’s on fire
It’s the living dead ~
~ But Madrid, oh you’ll live
It’ll chase you down
What a thrill ~
~ You’re full of bull if you think
You can outrun Count Dracula
Come drink in life
O Madrid ~
7/18/2019
H W Longfellow Inspired Poetry Contest
Sponsor - Julia Ward
To see the country
light on their scooter
the lovers sped off
They packed swift
without map
no idea
How to get
from Madrid
to Segovia
Up for adventure
high on love
and free as the air
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
MADRID and SEGOVIA
I stayed in Madrid, the city, I love indeed.
But my Olivia lived in Segovia,
her favorite place, I can guess.
Where to settle, most confusion!
Fifty-Fifty sacrifice, fair discretion.
Our new abode on the main road
just midway connecting two towns.
We travel up and down
to Madrid and Segovia
owing to our nostalgia.
Obviously together, being birds of same feather.
07/14/19
H .W Longfellow inspired' Contest by Julia Ward
Anywhere but Segovia, I don't want to vacation there,
what do you think about Madrid, at least that city has some flair?
Pick someplace charming and quaint...anywhere but Segovia,
last time it was pissing rain, it's nicer in Monrovia.
Perhaps we’ll tour southern France, and sample all the local wines,
anywhere but Segovia...don’t ignore my warning signs!
Maybe we'll sail to Hawaii, or trek north to Mordovia,
choose a romantic rendezvous...anywhere, but Segovia!
Light Verse
07,13,2019
H W Longfellow Inspired Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Julia Ward
Segovia, historic city northwest of Madrid;
Wish to visit architectural legacy, I admit.
Especially Romanesque churches, a former royal
palace and a Gothic cathedral- a tour so joyful.
Read an article from Devour Spain, hope to go nearby
restaurant for two big dishes which I wanted to try:
the suckling pig roasted to soft and crunchy perfection
and also judiones de la granja in succession.
08/07/2019
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