slow clap

in photographs of me
in the canals
my face eating the sunlight
I smile
it’s amazing
in my memory
and even now that
winter is heavy
upon us
I somehow forget
wanting to push
my fellow tourists
into the green
and simply get on with
taking comfort
from once, years ago now
once being so far out
of reach
and no longer
thinking of jackets
thick socks
or desperately
hot showers,
just the slow clap
of feet on dry stone.


6 responses to “slow clap”

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    Love the third line and the last two. They really hit you when you’re reading it. Great poem. Thanks for sharing!

    1. Thanks! Glad you liked it and thanks for letting me know 🙂

  2. Lovely Ash. Venice one of my favourite places, ‘just the slow clap of feet …’ evocative …

    1. Thanks, Jane!
      It was very, very memorable – rare for me that it’s so clear in my mind even now!

  3. Great catch ash. Travelling is a strong virus.

    1. Perfect description, D – I can’t shake it! One day I’ll go again

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