Heave against the large wooden door
Dim and cool with its incense.
Catch the candles flickering glow
Burning for whom, I know not.
Gaze at the ceiling of painted faces,
With bishops, a priest and a nun.
A mosaic of a man on the cross on the wall
With Saints, of whom, I know not.
A woman’s murmur her lips barely move,
From behind me her head scarved and bowed.
Ignoring the snarl of the cars and the trucks
On their way somewhere, I know not.
Another bends to light her candle
Shoulders upright with hope
And stops before him to pray for herself
Or for others, whom I know not.
The old lady shuffles and squints up at me,
Sadness yet life on her face.
She crosses herself and rests on the pew,
To contemplate what, I know not.
The solitude and peace spread its respect
Inside the cavernous space.
The light from the sun twinkles its message
From somewhere beyond, I know not.
Green rolling hills, sky so blue,
Into the town, people were few.
Searching the streets for our B & B
Pleasant to the eye that we could see.
Two dogs bounded up to us to greet
Ross and Dean at the steps to meet.
In shorts and t-shirts they weren’t abashed.
They put down their wines in their corner stash.
They were happy to see us they did retort,
Then out came Brian in his singlet and shorts.
Who he was we were never to be told
As he gave us advice he was that bold.
They showed us around their antiqued abode,
Along the wide verandah yes we all strode.
Into our large room with mozzies and brocade,
Here’s your room, for which you’ve paid.
They left us and we sat on the sloping bed,
We looked at each other and scratched our head.
Why was it Scottsdale that we chose to stop?
When there were other places for our heads to drop.
Down to the pub for the only meal in town,
Full of locals and a meal causing frown.
There was nothing to do and it was still light,
But go to bed early, with the mozzies to fight.
Up the next day to greet a dawn so pale,
We couldn’t wait to get out of Scottsdale.
The first kiss, sweet and soft,
To taste each other and find our way.
Yielding lips and tongue,fuel our passion.
Pull apart to breathe you in,
Gaze upon your craggy face.
Touch the lines, with my finger,
Push aside the strand of hair.
Meet my lips, our ardour done.
Elated, joyous smile crossed his face,
Admires his new fiancé.
Wistful, I spy behind the lense.
There was no one to match her
Her eyes darted about to rest on him.
His mouth receives her kiss.
Her smile eases through red lips,
To whisper only to him.
Cut the cake, the speech is long.
Drum beats, dance as one
The night is gone and
So are they.
Wade through piles of crackling brown leaves underfoot,
Dusty cracks of sunlight peek through warped tiles.
The broken window, frames a craggy brown trunk,
Green leaves drop its greetings.
Thin twine weaves waving arms alongside peeling paint.
Dried yellow stains drip down the once clean walls,
Signalling its furry owner’s home,
Smells of death and life and petrol fume.
A muffled movement above alerts an urgency
To touch a dusty old box, lift it high,
Hook the web of a black hairy, spider who scurries away.
The box returned to its spot on a soggy leafed floor where,
A road of ants escape toward the open door.
Remnants of a small animal lies in the corner,
Amongst the boxes, paint tins and tools standing to attention.
A truck gurgles a gearchange; children squeal nearby.
Desperately clutch the web from misbehaving frizzy curls,
Nostrils flare from the waft of a pungent smell.
Try to hasten forward, yet thwarted by the junk of things past.
But the shuffle above galvanises a resolve
To forget the dirt and dust encased on skin.
A bird flies in and settles in its nest on the ladder,
Her smugness complete and comfortable.
Eyes meet, its message unmistaken
To submit to a relief of defeat,
And the beckon of procrastination.
We took our vows, I remember it well,
You wore blue and I could tell
Your love was pure your heart was mine,
Exchanged our rings it was our sign.
Do you remember what we said?
To each other, out loud we read.
To grow together as people do,
To respect and listen and be true
To one another all our life,
Then became husband and wife.
You look at me, with adoring eyes,
As if I’ve been your only prize.
We had the ups and some downs,
Yet all those years, never a frown.
You shower me with gifts of love,
We fit together, like a glove.
I love how you will never miss,
The time to take, the time to kiss.
You hold my heart in your hands
Your face tells it all, I understand.
Now I want you to forever know,
I’ve loved you always did it show?
Hardly ever have we been apart,
Since we vowed, right at the start.
All those years have gone its true,
Growing old in love with you!
The phone signals its callers light,
It’s ring with a special sound bite.
Hello, hi or Yes, I might say,
In response to you, I sit and stay
To talk, to laugh, to be a friend,
For minutes or hours until the end.
I listen, share and cry with you,
For news that’s good and news that’s blue.
But now we talk much less and less,
And when we talk we just digress.
Our ways have parted with the time,
Slowly dying, such a crime.
We still have other means to see,
One another with the family.
Nonstop talk is at an end,
There’s not the time for us to spend.
Still, dear friend when you need me,
Just pick up the phone, dial and see.