(Zimesie semun nab Barentu kikeyd ye)
I’ve had enough! I’ve had enough
Of dull routine and empty days
That lead nowhere by narrow ways.
Next week I will go to Barentu
Where the women wear gold
And the air is warm, and fruit
Hangs down from the branches.
Week in week out long lines
Of grey and rainy days I spend
Commuting to the office but
Next week I will go to Barentu
Where birds with rainbowed feathers
Flit through forest trees and fill
The air with their lingering cries..
All day I sit before a screen
With mindless fingers pounding keys
Enough to drive me mad save that
Next week I will go to Barentu
Where the burning sun will shine
Like a river of silver through the leaves
That flutter in the Tropic breeze.
My evenings are no better spent —
A ‘dinner for one’ in the microwave
And then the boring telly, but
Next week I will go to Barentu
Where the flickering flames of the fire light
The limbs of the dancers every night
And the scent of the lily wafts through the trees.
Pete Crowther
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/next-week-i-will-go-to-barentu/
