I’m not sure if the prompt-givers are aware of it, but last year almost to the day they asked for a five-sense poem as well. Last year sister provided just the door for it. Let’s continue from there.
It was Thursday too because I posted the photo below, sent by my sister, for Thursday Doors. Dan commented that he couldn’t believe that I was posting only one door that week but he understood when he saw it. It stands alone.
First, let me repeat last year’s poem, written to this photo. I vowed to visit this place above Bernardin on the Slovenian coast myself as soon as possible, not so much to take my own photo but just to see it with my own eyes.
To read my poem for today you will have to bear through two attempts to locate this door.
(repeat from last year)
You gave me the door,
I return you the house.
Same time next year
it’s yours and I visit.
The door is the same, I see.
The way in must be around.
I’ll follow my senses.
No, the other way.
The passing impulse is
to touch the roots.
They are real,
just as I’ve thought.
The scent is next:
faraway spices, Asian feast.
Taste buds alert,
warming up for later.
Yellow dusts and brown mixtures
vegetables, sea fruits,
spaghetti of five treasures,
how Italians never do it.
The sound is the last to reach me.
doing his thing with the throat.
Either that or Vasja is here yet.
To explain this last: Vasja, our rock star friend, has a beautiful voice and one time I was climbing the stairs to my sister’s apartment marvelling at Johnny Cash sounds drifting through the door and when she opened it, it was Vasja singing rather than Johnny.
But back to the door. I meant it: I went to search for it in July on my first day back in Piran. It takes a lovely stroll by the sea to reach Hotel Laguna in Bernardin. Just climb the stairs from there, sister had said.
I had to contact my sister and admit my failure to find the gate. She equipped me with more micro-location info and off I went one week later to give it another try.
I will let sister have the last word, I mean image. By November I pretty much forgot this episode and then she sends me this trio:
Last three photos by Klu.
And now finally, today’s poem. Thank you for reaching this part.
Challenge 25: “Write a poem that:
- Is specific to a season
- Uses imagery that relates to all five senses
- Includes a rhetorical question.” (You will note that I almost forgot about this bit.)
Is this neat or what?
a summer spying game is on.
I turn into a panting, drooling, sniffing
dog. It goes up. My mind tries to
align reality with expectations,
my body follows.
I lick the salt
from the glass,
the dog laps at his water, the waves lap
at the beach, sunset colours surround us
and I believe in this summer.
and for Day 25 of NaPoWriMo