Plaza Del Canon
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Ibiza's St Eularia has a pleasant
playground square, the Plaza del Canon,
above the Carrer Molins de Rei,
and below the longer Carrer del Mar.
One corner, with its small cafe,
is the shady side to meet,
holding loosely to the doggy lead
sipping coffee, nibbling treats.
The grannies and the mothers
watch their children run and play
and splash and soak in fountains
at the cooling of the day.
When school let's out for evening
with Ramo's bouquets on display
Older children drop their rucksacks
and their school bags with their caps
to ride upon the nodding horse,
slide down upon their backs.
At five o'clock precisely
the fountains are switched on
where the youngest run and scream
between, one with his panties gone.
Flinging high his stubby arms,
head barely reached by hands,
And lifting an almighty shout
he let's a glory sound come out,
a loud and joyful Yaaay!!
an exaltant and a great hooray!
This bursting of unbridled joy
fast rising from within
has broken from this little boy
through his wide and toothless grin.
Behind him sits a naked demon,
St Eularia's fond Familiar, cast in
bronze he sits within a rowing boat
his hands upon two oars
with his genitals exposed,
and stick-thin limbs, his gargoil face
and grin, disguise the fears that should arise
but it seems that no one knows
real dangers that familiars pose.
This rowing demon waits for growing
children to wander and to stray,
to clamber in his boat one day
and then he'll row away.
Copyright © Bob Kimmerling | Year Posted 2020
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