light and hope

Now that the weather’s improved and the council workers have managed to get out to do some jobs around the village, they’ve finally put in new lamp posts down by the river. Proper wrought iron ones that cast soft yellow light quite unlike the unnaturally white blare from the UFO-type double-headed farolas they put along by the polideportivo during a lull in the storms a month or so back.

mountains, lamp post, alder tree

Set against the snow-pocked backdrop of the Sierra de Gredos, the new Narnia-style lamp posts make me think of the Pevensie children helping Aslan banish the White Witch and release Narnia from the long winter.

They’ve also brought to mind a poem from a few years back:

3am

The silent fanfare of the moon
scatters the clouds. Sodium globes loom
in oleander dark. Two pairs of footsteps
dodge round orange pools
and pause
on the corner
where kisses grow.

 
 
I should have been confident that the rains would stop and that spring would come, of course, after the double rainbow last weekend:

double rainbow

And God said, This is the token of the covenant which I make between me and you and every living creature that is with you, for perpetual generations:
I do set my bow in the cloud, and it shall be for a token of a covenant between me and the earth.
And it shall come to pass, that when I bring a cloud over the earth, that the bow shall be seen in the cloud:
And I will remember my covenant, which is between me and you and every living creature of all flesh; and the waters shall no more become a flood to destroy all flesh.

Genesis 9; 12-15 (Authorised King James Version)

Author: don't confuse the narrator

Exploring the boundary between writer and narrator through first person poetry, prose and opinion

2 thoughts on “light and hope”

  1. Those lamposts ARE Narnia-style. And that double-rainbow. Uh oh. You´d better avoid wardrobes for the time being.

    Did I tell you what Sofi said when we dropped off the laptop in industrial San Fernando de Henares? A sign on the building read “Naves de Alquiler.” Sofi read it aloud, questioningly. I said, yes, they had naves to rent.

    “Naves espaciales?” she asked.

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