Artwork Description:
The woman in the hotel pool
swam in steady lengths,
mindless of the Mediterranean,
the yellow sun on harbor walls,
the dance of docked white yachts.
Mindless as well of my gin and tonic,
or Robert Graves, buried
in the thick crust of Deya.
Her blond hair combed
the turquoise water.
Beyond the high tips of palm trees,
Palma de Mallorca rushed by,
while she kept pace in her wet world.
Swimmers know nothing
but their breath,
the pull of muscles,
and coolness of flesh.
She did not know us,
watching her slight body,
tan limbs framed in red.
I moved my drink
with the care given antiques,
wanting to hold
the yellowness of light
caught in my glass,
wanting to hold this last image
of the island and the sea.
But she rose from the water
with a rush,
spraying the terrace deck,
the sunset in the Paseo Maritimo,
this tourist postcard of Spain.
Artwork Keywords:
Spain, Europe, Majorca, Quarter, Colors, Doors, Windows, Original Watercolor