It is only water

It is the sea, in the earth.

Colours of the south, in the summer sun,

contains the noisy shiftings

It is your radiance

under the street lamp

Pouring the last of our sangria

With el vino de Jerez

Whispering sweet everything’s

And gazing with fond and familiar eyes

Attempting to finish the last of the tapas at Albores

Our eyes have always been bigger than our stomachs

We have a habit of doing that

Don’t worry about our farewell

For three months is only a portion of time

The sea is enormous,

just as everything is,

yet it seems to me I am still with you

soon only water will separate us,

water, restlessly shifting,

water, only water

All other poetry Just some poetry

Georgie Bolam View All →

Student Journalist, Creative Writer, Poet, Traveller, Eco Warrior

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