"Hi," he said. "Hi yourself," she giggled, "nice here innit." "Yeah," he drawled, "fancy a drink?" "Alright" she cooed. "Malibu and coke." "Neat," he grinned, flicking his fingers.
"Cheers then" she said. "Yeah, Uh, cheers," he replied, designer shades kept low. "Mmm" she purred, "this is really cool." "So are you" he grinned, "fancy one by the pool?" "Cheek!" she blushed, but secretly happy.
Time passed. Shades tilted, mellow yellow to the fading sun. Then; "my place or yours?" came the age old question. "Cheek" she blushed, but took his hand. Trusting blue and calculating,
I love dialogue in poetry if it works. Most times it doesn't, but this went well. It's a wonder to imagine a scene like this when you are reserved in that area of human communication, but I would think this is nothing but human hunger. It is well written and I liked it very much. CD
What else to do on Ibiza? Simplicity with a nice flow to this write.
In my day it would have been a simple rum and coke, or my favorite, screwdriver, or gin and tonic, or tequila with vodka and lime chaser. No matter, this was a charming, vacation-free read. It took me back to the Med. and much younger days.
You do indeed have a fresh and refreshing style Beccy... My how you have managed to capture a series of moments and interactions and all on a sunny day, to boot. Cheers, N
I enjoy your fresh style. Not a believer in romanticizing sexual intimacy out of the bounds of marriage but they way you write using such realistic dialogue brings me into the world of the poem. I feel as is i am really there amidst the conversation. Your words bring life in the verses. This is an attribute of a great writer.
I'm forty four, single and have a lovely fifteen year old son called Charlie. I've been writing poetry and short stories since I can remember. I have always been an assiduous reader of poetry and real.. more..