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