Pim Claridge

Life in the Scottish Borders, one stanza at a time

Lady In Red

I knew

that it had been a special day,
the way the sun slipped out
of that crimson sky, leaving the
eirie hush of half day half night.
and that soon the cicadas would
fill the warm night with gossip.
and that you sat opposite
holding your drink in that special
way... that there was sand between my
toes, that my hair was all salty,
and I knew that I would remember
that sky, the cicadas song,
and that delicious feel of
my feet on warm sand.

and that in the taverna,
they were playing
Lady in Red...