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The Road to Salamanca

by tfawcus

We drove to Salamanca, you and I,
a bleak greyness of snow on distant mountains,
the foreground rocky, harsh and unforgiving,
a landscape of grey-green ghosts and pining.

A solitary bull breathed thin vapour
across our final olive grove,
and fog swirled, licking at the edges
of our relationship.

The ancient town
a soup of salt cod, spinach and
chick peas
the last vestige of warmth
as daylight drained from the cobbled streets
and left us to face our reality.


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Although inspired by the harsh landscape on the road between Madrid and Salamanca, this poem is not autobiographical.

Image: Van Gogh: Landscape with Olive Tree and Mountains in the Background
December 1889
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