It’s

 

It’s

 

It’s green in the cathedral of vines & branches

Then a red & gold light from below

The earth is opening up, fissuring

Blue light merging at 9 o’clock & 3

If I had a hot air balloon I would take this space with me

To my waking dream of my tennis racquet & ball

My new passion 35 years after I hung them up

After 35 years break I play tennis

Just waiting to kick a seasoned opponent's arse

Oh Amateur!, Oh Garcia Lorca!, Oh Galicia!, Oh Duende! 

 

 

Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2024.