Camino-Real Hotel, Puebla, Puebla
Taking away intricate layers draping me …
lace and cotton conforms to every move,
perspiration holds them closely,
submerged in its saltiness.
In a Spanish-style patio,
ferns at my elbows brushing gently on my skin,
geraniums and marigolds bend, weeping with lightness.
Walls are prominent, I’m encapsulated by tiles,
I can feel coolness seep into my skin.
Talavera patterns, robust colours painted by endued hands,
glazed with a sheen to withstand the years,
I place my bare feet on them; a chill surges through me
but the sun warms my desolation.
A refreshing dip in the garden’s fountain …
hidden from the world’s view.
perspiration holds them closely,
submerged in its saltiness.
In a Spanish-style patio,
ferns at my elbows brushing gently on my skin,
geraniums and marigolds bend, weeping with lightness.
Walls are prominent, I’m encapsulated by tiles,
I can feel coolness seep into my skin.
Talavera patterns, robust colours painted by endued hands,
glazed with a sheen to withstand the years,
I place my bare feet on them; a chill surges through me
but the sun warms my desolation.
A refreshing dip in the garden’s fountain …
hidden from the world’s view.
One of your best, Pamela. It put me in mind of Il Seraglio, and the dance of the seven veils!
ReplyDeleteWith the seclusion and all those distractions, it could tempt the most modest.
ReplyDeleteGreat approach to the subject.
Sensual.
ReplyDeleteWhoa. Hotgood. I might take up peeping permanently. Thanks.
ReplyDeleteNicely told!
ReplyDeleteLovely and seductive ... beautifully written, Pamela!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful Pamela...It makes me want to become a jetsetter, so I can join you for a dip. ha!
ReplyDelete~Brenda
High-class skinny dipping! I love all the details of the place you describe so carefully.
ReplyDelete"geraniums and marigolds bend, weeping with lightness"....wow, Pamela. What a beautiful poem, in a glorious setting. You must have felt like you were on a movie set!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Viv, how nice of you to say.
ReplyDeleteI entertain the thought, but I wouldn't actually do it, Stan. The architecture here dates back to the 1600's (Spanish and some French influence)
ReplyDeleteHuge courtyards, gorgeous, expansive, wooden doors, just beautiful.
Thanks, Tilly.
ReplyDeleteHa ha ha! Ron you are a sly one ;)
ReplyDeleteThanks, Andy:)
ReplyDeleteSweet of you, Marianne.
ReplyDeleteThanks so much, Annell.
ReplyDeleteBrenda, you could join me for a dip, but I'm certainly, no jetsetter.
ReplyDeleteThat it would be, Mr. Walker.
ReplyDeletenice one Pam....think we all should join you and read our poetry
ReplyDeleteSherry, I didn't actually do this, in that hotel I surely would have been arrested:)
ReplyDeleteInteresting idea, though I don't believe it will come to fruition, Wayne;)
ReplyDeleteThis was just beautiful! I want to be there. Pamela - you have a way of creating the most incredible sense of atmosphere.
ReplyDeleteBeautifully written...touched the senses, for sure! ~Paula
ReplyDeleteeven your words are tempting, the images lush, and such a sensuous feel overall. Brava!
ReplyDeleteElizabeth
Me too, RJ, thanks.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Paula.
ReplyDeleteThanks so much, Elizabeth, writing this, I thought how wonderful it would be, to sneak away and do this;)
ReplyDeleteLovely poem, Pamela. Tastefully sensual. Wonderful imagery which teases the mind. I love it. I agree with Viv...one of your best!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Mary:)
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