A poem about the phenomena which is Noche en Blanco

THE following poem has been kindly sent by one of our readers Alan S Jones.

Starry Night

The night is bathed in starlight as the revellers appear, As from coaches and on eager foot the crowds assemble here 

To greet a night of ghostly white in the city of the south, Home of Picasso and Banderas as told by word of mouth.

The streets are thronged with people of all colour, creed and hue, 

They come to see the spectacle and strive to get a view 

Of dancers, street musicians, entertainers for the show 

As a silver moon lights up the scene and people come and go.

They quaff the local culture, the museums and the art; 

They sit in busy restaurants and order a la carte, 

And when they finish dining they emerge and seek out more, 

And when they do not find it they do what they did before.

The cruise ships lie at anchor in the Puerto close at hand, 

The festive air is broken by the music from a band, 

The stars shine down like diamonds from a constellated sky 

And far away in Mijas I avoid the public eye.