FREE FALLING

Tiny summer poem, prompted by the word “Mark”. I went to a concert at the Cap Roig Festival last night with a girlfriend. We saw Chris Isaac, whom I’d never seen. It was AMAZING! Fun, and goofy and romantic and playful, and…well, everything. We loved it! And I still knew so many of the lyrics, despite not having listened to his music much in a while. His voice is magical, his range phenomenal, and his musicians just great. It felt like a generous concert, too, both towards the public and towards his musicians. A lovely evening. I woke late this morning to find Beth Kempton had left another poetry prompt, this time Mark. Kind of a shame it wasn’t Chris… Maybe I’ll change it tomorrow! For now I’m playing the game. I hope you enjoy it. It’s romantic. It seems to be the theme at the moment, although I did write a funny one about getting stoned the other day (Doobie-Doo in case you want to go and find it!).

xx Cesca

FREE FALLING

There is a boy,

Pacing beneath her window,

Reticently in love,

Free falling.

Upstairs, she readies herself with scents and lotions, humming the soundtrack of a classic in the making.

She lights a candle, then another.

And another.

“Mark,” she whispers, smiling, his name a promise.

He takes the stairs two at a time.

He doesn’t knock.

No need.

She closes the door behind them.

His mouth finds hers.

Credits roll.