Beers in Sand
I wonder if she thinks back to,
The day I staked my beers in sand,
Those hazel eyes and skin so tanned,
I noticed not the sea’s deep blue.
Time brings wisdom, but at full price,
If I knew then what I know now,
I would have bent a knee in vow,
But an old tale followed me,
Into a life I did not see,
A callow youth cost paradise.
I wrote this poem in the form of a Spanish espinela, which is similar to a decima, but formed of two stanzas of four and six octosyllabic lines respectively. It has a rhyming scheme of ABBA/ACCDDA, and tells a tale that is spoken not sung (as is the case with decimas). It hints at the story of Odysseus and Calypso.
