BAJAN SUN MAGAZINE
POETRY
looking out to the sea
my vision is filtered
coconut canopies laugh at me
they have prime seating
high up in their boxes
NOV 2014
MORNING SHOW
high pitched tweets
resound
doppler-like
across the tamarind balcony
the stage is now very bright
red and orange lights
spread up and around
spotting to centre
I smile
and I wait
the first brushstrokes
wet the canvas
peach and dusty blues
mature into oranges and yellows
the horizon is now more visible
sky and sea
separated by a perfectly straight line
the satin curtain rises
the golden sphere peeks
the audience becomes restless
light easterly breezes
sway leafy fronds
breadfruit and mango
rustling
like anxious ladies at the church recital
flitting fans furiously
the audience shows their appreciation
blackbirds chirp
and push for seating
brown finches protest
but the gentle wood doves give way
cooing
they find another perch
they know that wherever they are
they can still see
still feel her warmth
nature’s melodic applause surrounds
The sky-stage is dressed
pinks and blues dotted with white
the golden sphere has shed her robe
revealing a pure ball of silver
the show begins
there is but one actor
in this scene
dressed in the latest solar fashion
accented by wispy cloud-like shawls
that are thrown onto her shoulders
and removed just as quickly
for the next garb to be donned
latecomers disturb the silence
pee-whitlers announce their arrival
I hide my eyes
from the brightness
but my heart and my soul
are grateful
to see
another day of life
in my paradise
Barbados
this is home to me
Written by Cher Corbin
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