When The Tan Starts To Fade

In this poem I look st the topic of holiday romances and the advice you’ll often get from your mum or that well meaning aunt or neighbour when you return home all lovestruck from your two weeks in the sun. I’ve given it the title When.The Tan Starts To Fade I hope you enjoy the read.

When The Tan Starts To Fade

Summer, now a distant memory
Memories made forever treasured

Holiday romance long forgotten
only a part of you still remembers

Surrendering to summer loving
lust and endless nights of pleasure

He’s back in Italy your home in Glasgow
you didn’t quite belong together

For two weeks temptation, bikini and mini skirt
Now the career girl in smart business suit

The language of lust takes account of no geography
though it’s too soon replaced
by the tongue which speaks truth

You may dream of Rome
or wherever he came from
but your caution and instinct meant no plans were made

You may or may not send an email at Christmas
you’ll find comfort in dreams
when the tan starts to fade

© Gayle Smith 2021

Dressing For Glory

This poem is in my opinion the inevitable result of what happens when you combine football and halloween and as a tongue in cheek look of what I might wear to support Glasgow City as they take on Brondby in the the 2nd leg of their second round tie in the UFEA Women’s Champions League at Petershill Park. I’ve titled it Dressing For Glory , I hope you enjoy the read.

Dressing For Glory

On a cold October night
mini skirt and fishnet tights
are not my usual atire for the game
it’s not even something I would wear
on summer afternoons
or any time I take my place in the stand
to cheer the team
but on all hallows eve
I have to decide what risks I’ll take
to see our girls against Brondby
despite the fact it will be cold outside
Petershill Park is appealing
I can’t disguise where my loyalties lie
nor wait to see what tricks we’ll be treated to
under the Springburn skies
even in inclement weather
this could be a game to remember
hopefully I’ll have reason to write
a celebration poem after the match
though I may have to suffer
for the team and the craft
as I dress to cast a spell for glory
and roar the girls to a very significant victory

© Gayle Smith 2019