Spanish Summer

Peacock Poetry

Whilst flicking back through some old photographs I came across the one in my post today. On seeing this picture of me at 20 years old, my senses began to recall vivid memories of the moment captured in this poem and I travelled back in time.


This was a heat like I had never experienced before

A thick steamy blanket of infernal intensity that forced you into the present

like a fiery ultimatum.

There were people passing out on buses

salsa dancing around the midnight streets

living the nocturnal hours

as if the day had just broken

I was intimidated


and acclimatising

My rosy English demeanour struggling to compose itself

amidst the assured merriment

of this urban fiesta

Too much traffic

Too many people

Too much noise

and it excited and invaded me simultaneously

As I gaze at the photo captured earlier that evening, I remember the burning…

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