THE SPANISH CITY:

THERE ARE ONLY THE MEMORIES

As I recall, it was the music,

the fledgling sound of rock & roll.

Rebellion straining on the leash.

It was the seaside air, drizzle-damp,

and a  heady mix of

`Summertime Blues`

and `Blue Suede Shoes`.

Still wet behind the ears,

nothing was impossible.

All skin tight jeans

and a quiff to match.

Pocket money rides

and a treasure trove of

juke box tunes.

Every weekend was

a journey into the future.

The past was an irrelevance.

Memories, after all,

were just for the old folk.

But then,” one night,

they shut out the lights”.

And it was gone.

I moved on to pastures new.

Found love in the long grass,

changed a tune or two

along the way.

And now?

There are only the memories.

Poem: Geoff Holland 2010