Boardwalk Hangings…
(Dubai Creek restaurant, 2005…)
Waiters oozed round tables
Lit low by shapely lamps,
Bearing menus sandwiched between
Wooden grilles
Or gates,
Balancing grills
For one’s plates,
On a gentle terrace
Above an evening Creek,
Where garish lights
On moored dhows
Reflected
Like they were stacked
Beneath cooling, deep waters.
Occasional abras sneaked past,
With Captains’ Cabins
Bearing a remarkable resemblance
To Ford Anglia seats
With stretch-covers…
Yet the unsubtle warnings
For illegal activities
Were stark
In the dark
Surroundings…
Umbrellas bound tightly,
From poles were strung
Like beheaded bodies, unsightly
But helplessly hung:
Crucified,
Disarmed,
Mummified,
Embalmed;
A ghoulish
Morbidity
In a stable
Instability…
Pete Ray
(Abras are small passenger boats...)
Restaurant umbrellas had been tied to their poles like beheaded criminals.
An unsettling outlook for eating, carrying a dire
warning…
Only my imagination & dark humour, however!
Creekside, Dubai, 2005…