Poem: Saturday in Athens
Saturday in Athens
You can just discern her, a faded imprint
in the matinal shimmer
a little shabbier than one might hope
She sits and thinks and sits and thinks
about her glorious heyday years
(which all the world is still applauding)
and wonders what will become of her…
But then as dusk unfolds
She starts to sparkle and preen and glow
and all the lights way down below
salute their boss
in her moonlit gloss.
As midnight comes
she starts to preen
and feel the joy of what she’s been.
From her columns centuries spill
shining shining on her ancient hill.
“Hey all yous,” she suddenly cries,
“all you lot beneath the skies,
Who on earth do you think you are?
Round Athens way there’s just one star.
Everybody suck on this
I am the fucking Acropolis.”
13th September 2014 – Athens
Arthur Smith Sings Leonard Cohen (Vol 2)
Saturday 27th – Wyvern Theatre, Swindon – Tickets & Info
Fri 3rd – Churchill Theatre, Bromley – Tickets & Info
Mon 6th – Harrogate Theatre, Harrogate –Tickets & Info
Wed 15th – Theatre Royal, Brighton – Tickets & Info
Thursday 23rd – Galway Comedy Festival – Tickets & Info
Wed 29th – Concert Hall, Reading – Tickets & Info