Proximity – Malta, May 2nd 2012
The past chides indulgence on the tenth floor
in the five- star comfort of the afternoon siesta
the hot air is scratched by an unknown sound
schrik – schrik, schrik – – – schrik.
An irregular beat, not mechanical
prods animalistic memory,
does a giant insect graze the balcony?
The tourist timidly checks his territory.
In a tiny field canyonned by buildings
a sickle crops ripe barley in slow bites.
Ivor Murrell has written poetry for over 40 years, but could only give it the time it demanded when he took early retirement, which also allowed him to build his website www.versifier.co.uk to share his writing.