Saturday 7 December 2013

Lay out the spread on the table...


photo & poem © Jesús Montero


Lay out the spread on the table,
For the celebrations have just begun.

Blow the trumpets,
Light the candles.
And let us all shine
In the dim light.

Let the present last forever.
And let forever, last and last.

For there’s no talent
Without will power,
As someone said,
Back in time.

Let the present last forever.

Then, let our shine, last and last.



photo & poem © Jesús Montero

Thursday 28 November 2013

Dear ol’ Portobello...



photo & poem © Jesús Montero

Dear ol’ Portobello,
Perfect
For tongue twisters.
Polish, Dutch, French, Armenian,
Make no more sense
Than Chinese whispers.

photo & poem © Jesús Montero

Sunday 27 October 2013

Lady who sits At a Chelsea window...



photo & poem © Jesús Montero

Lady who sits
At a Chelsea window
Is she just sad
Or perhaps a widow?

Her gaze lost
Across her breakfast table.
In her Jackie O shades
And polka dot pj’s.

Lady who sits
Facing East,
At a Chelsea window
Whilst the morning sun
Cheers up her sorrow.

photo & poem © Jesús Montero

Thursday 19 September 2013

Stone crosses And empty hearts...


photo & poem © Jesús Montero

White washed walls,
Stone crosses
And empty hearts.

Lonely Cypress,
Plastic Flowers
Under the scorching sun.

Scattered ladies
In search of the memories
Of their beloved ones.


photo & poem © Jesús Montero




Saturday 31 August 2013

Ring, ring, ring: Little riding bike...


photo & poem © Jesús Montero


Ring, ring, ring:
Little riding bike.

Ring, ring, ring:
All the problems past.

Ring, ring, ring:
What will the future bring?

Ring, ring, ring:
Lo que será,
 
será...


photo & poem © Jesús Montero

Saturday 13 July 2013

The never forgotten sands Of the Kuruman...


Kalahari desert, South Africa. 
No filter. 
Nikon FM2 shot on 35mm

photo & poem © Jesús Montero

Just like childhood memories
Of candy floss
Spin around me,
Covering my day
With glittering rose petal thread...

The never forgotten sands
Of the Kuruman,

Revisit me.

Reminding me
Of pink filled skies
And golden sunsets

As I open up an old bag
From filming trips gone by
To find
Of Kalahari sands,

Traces.

photo & poem © Jesús Montero

Friday 14 June 2013

Narrative takes you By the hand...




photo & poem © Jesús Montero

Narrative takes you
By the hand
Into the unpredictable
World of the unknown.

Poetry flirts with words
Tossing them,
In a relentless dance
To and fro.

photo & poem © Jesús Montero

Sunday 5 May 2013

Ducks go quack. In Battersea.



photo & poem © Jesús Montero


Ducks go quack.
In Battersea.
On the river bank.

The Square turns the corner
With a smile.
In Battersea.

Cobblestones make me tremble
Tickling my feet.
In Battersea.

Cats are called
Tia and Mia.
In Battersea.

photo & poem © Jesús Montero

Thursday 18 April 2013

The high tides Of my life’s ocean...

photo & poem © Jesús Montero

GROUND ZERO + 56

The high tides
Of my life’s ocean
Bric a brac hide
On its shore

Memories left on the sand
For all of us to see,
Once the tide is low.

The high tides
Of my life’s ocean
Move my emotions
Up and down,
To and fro.

Shifting my moods,
Now with sunshine,
Now with the silvery touch
Of moon’s glow.

The high tides
Of my life’s ocean
Stirred my past with gloom
Where hopes could barely stay afloat.

Left on the beach,
Like stranded,
Making it easy to be picked.

photo & poem © Jesús Montero