DREAMING OF LANZAROTE

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Six grey ponies tearing at frost-rimed grass on the drive in.
Nephin sporting a capÍn of snow.
Swans, paired, trawling the lake’s inlets.
At the doctor’s office Martina still has her coat and scarf on
Furiously fielding phone calls and mumbled inquiries
From the queue shuffling through the dismal hallway.
In the waiting room two old fellas gab away, biding their time,
In it for the long haul.
And then two more.
Their Mayo dialect—laced with curses—
Rolls around their mouths as if they’re sucking boiled sweets.
It seems, to my untuned ear, to be a diatribe
Of every family in the county,
Or maybe just a friendly reminiscing.
Soon, all the chairs are taken
And still the patients stream in:
Bloodless, Vitamin D starved faces, rattling coughs, mini-germ factories,
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3 thoughts on “DREAMING OF LANZAROTE

  1. emma shaw-smith

    Hi Liss, I can feel the dampness! Very atmospheric. Without the grey, dreary beauty of Irish winter would we appreciate the bright, dry beauty of Lanzarote?
    Emma x

    Emma Shaw-Smith

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