I like words like...

Kalahari desert, South Africa. 

photo & poem © Jesús Montero

I like words like

Chocolate, Tequila

And Marabou.

Desert, Dessert

And Timbuktu.

Snowdrops, sunflowers

And cock-a-doodle-DO!

photo & poem © Jesús Montero

How did Christmas Become Easter?

Notting Hill, London. 

photo & poem © Jesús Montero

How did Christmas

Become Easter?

Turning mince pies

Into hot cross buns?

How did the dying year blossom

With the bloom of a thousand trees?

Paving the way

For-one-more-wrinkle.

How did the hours

Roll into days,

Binding our past

In a cloud of daze?

photo & poem © Jesús Montero

There is nothing Like a cup of cocoa...

photo & poem © Jesús Montero

Written whilst drinking a cup 

at 

SAID of SOHO, London.

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There is nothing

Like a cup of cocoa.

It’ll make you dance

And go, loco*, loco.

There is nothing

Like a good chunk of choco,

To show you that too much

Is always poco**.

Some say

It’s the thing to share,

I somehow feel

It’s best eaten solo***.

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LOCO* = bonkers

POCO** = too little

SOLO*** = alone

photo & poem © Jesús Montero