Cyprus

A village
white cubes
carved into a brittle hill
wakes...

Orange sun
ambles slowly
up the hillside
glowing...

Morning haze
a lace cloth shaken
and spread upon it
fades...

Shuttered windows
of duck-egg blue
inch open lazily
daybreak...

Local ladies
embalmed in black
beat dusty rugs
vigorously...

Elderly men
tucked in small tavernas
drink syrup coffee
debating...

Aphrodite
goddess of love
stretches her beautiful limbs
sighing.........

Written whilst sitting on the balcony very early one morning.