Oh Portlligat ( Port Lligat )
The name of Portlligat rolls off my tongue
Lligat Lligat
slips down the jagged rocks
towards the sea…
I need to be in Portlligat
And feel that wind from Cadaquez
blow rough onto my cheek.
I need to see that simple cove
Lligat Lligat…..
…the boats are bobbing still.
The fishermen go out…come in..
I’m walking thru that house again
Those rooms that gave me such a thrill
Lligat Lligat
The wind …the sea…the art
the Scarlet Beds of Love
.. the Giant Egg…the weird.. the strange…
the Costa Brava doves.…
Lligat…..Lligat
….so far from Gala’s eerie castle .
That lonely hill
where Gala entertained young men
behind the stony walls of chilled
Pubol…
…and then…Gala was gone
All that remained were long legged
beasts unmoving in the grounds…
Stone rooms of gold and high-backed chairs
…unhappy lonely days ahead
Without the light of love.
Lligat…Lligat
Smoke slipping through the castle walls
Turned into deadly flames
And Dali burned..but never moved
from Gala’s buried bones.
Dali without his whiskers now
faded his days away..
Lligat Lligat …I’m calling out your name.
Kristine Byrne August 2014