La Plaza de Aremas pulsates with the residue of a pacifist Hiroshima. Christmas is a craze of raucous children in holey t-shirts and short pants. There is a man, lips stained with rouge, gesticulating woman woes to laughter. And I am the candy giver,pantomime of a surly Santa a little bit hazy from too many pisco sours. We slide like liquid metal through the thick crowd, lubricated by disconnected circuits and blunt nerves, the elbows render me impervious to the hard company of strangers. Bold boys, ducking and wheeling in a game of hunt, dash firecrackers at the feet of unsuspecting gringos. Oh! The squeals and screams, shaken limbs, from the cradle in the hay the lips of the baby Jesus quiver and twitch, and break free into a haughty grin. Cusco glistens on the mountains, lights clinging to hillsides like stubborn babies, refusing to grow. And on the heads of the dark ones the soft cast of street lights and bursts of firecrackers makes me believe in angels.
Very intersting, I love the vividness of the imagrey. May I ask what inspired you to write this? It was very well done.
I was in Cusco, Peru for christmas, and the scene there is what inspired this poem. South America is so vivid, I love it!
I enjoyed this one much! Very vivid imagery which captures the energy of the moment... the first two stanza's set the scene perfectly, the third is just a flat knock out (and my favorite part), then you really bring the energy up and put everything into perspective... excellent stuff girl!
Love the first three stanzas expecially. I like that you're writing about something more substantial, instead of some random vague concept without having anything to root it in, like a lot of people (including me) do.
