Hellenic rewrite

This is a rewrite of the Clover Leaf Have changed the narrative flow

                 We eat in this Hellenic pseudo sphere

                 The salt day seasoned bacon baguette

                 Particular Greek blonde those dark streaks

                 And dark 'Eh' a glissando deepens

                Trim performance in black and white

                As disheveled forks arrange endless talk

                English adequacy not ours mysterious understanding

                Their laughter their business their world

                 Lost black eyes he still limps

                 To troubled hips white shirt tapers

                 Undone collar medallions silver weaves glints

                 Fine chest hair made a modesty

                 At the corner table actors snugged

                 Fabric rehearse grey curve thigh promise

                 V necked theme chest hair mist

                 Chips and ketchup hear a confession

                 Reclining, relieved, critical ginger hair thinning

                 Spooning her latte sampling giving audience

                 Her mute husband her mute grandson

                 A domain stated under blue influence

                Their formal youth accepted ties shirts

                A statement loud of large buttocks

                A table presented a menu introduced

                Immediate the satisfaction of wishes orders

                Hellenic the connection of the air

                This seeking service of these exiles

                An orchestra of a lost drama

                A world their laughter their business

               Entrapment stalks white in this premise

               Large light lost abounds wall imprisoned

               A single standing a single staring 

               Passing the longing of the street

Reviews

[emmajoy]

'At the corner table actors snugged ~ Fabric rehearse grey curve thigh promise ~ V necked theme chest hair mist ~ Chips and ketchup hear a confession '

I can almost smell the scent of kleftiko! What wonderful stream of minutatures, a place filled with people, filled with shape and performance,. Tis a near theatrical setting with a ginger haired, troubled hipped or whatever cast adding to the atmosphere. And there you are, the audience, hearing, seeing, barely missing a thing. Wonderfully descriptive!

[Michael Oliver]

Many thanks for your comment - this was built up from notes taken while sitting having a coke and a baguette with a friend - if you read the clover leaf that is an early version of this piece.