Prose poetry depicting a travel experience on the island of Mykonos many years ago.

Evening at Kastro’s

The whitewashed wonder of Mykonos before the tourist hordes.

Clear water clouds the ouzo, as beauty beguiles time.

Mozart’s Requiem in vinyl turning round the still point of the needle in its veins.

We make of metaphors a place to be another, which can never be.

What youth enjoys and passes beyond, memory hoards away.

Sunset in the windmills by the sea.

temple ruins
a spring wind awakens
marble curtains