La Coco Mojo Trobada

Looking for hidden treasure
in the doing of serious leisure
at the most exotic Coco Mojo bar
As that coral sea
just keeps glistening
in the tropical sun
I’m ordering yet another
mango mojito
whilst listening to Mojo JuJu
singing that native tongue

But the waitress
instead of a mango mojito
she brings me
a tall cappuccino
That rich coffee aroma
then took me instantly
to a pleasant via café

. . . somewhere in Tuscany

As I awoke
from a foreign dream
that waitress
just stood there
whispering
“All is not … as it may seem”
And it would seem
she put more than just cream
in my soporific coffee?

Yet … the lilt of her accent
sounded a sweet melody
So I enquired
could she possibly
be from the old country?

She replied most emphatically,
“I am a proud Caledonian,
from the Isle of Avalon.
So, I guess you could say,
I am from the Old Country.”

Encouraged by this declaration
and feeling quite game
regarding this fair maiden
I enquired after her name

“I am Ain of Elphame,
High Priestess of Dagna.
Daughter of none other than
Lord Cernunnos and Queen Danu.”

“How nice for you . . .
A princess, and religious.”
was my crestfallen response
This one is off with the fairies
May as well skip the tip
… I thought to myself

To cut short
the discourse of this
strange conversation
I ordered a tequila
straight up
with a slice of lemon

But this errant waitress
then brought me
some rock salt
and tap water in a glass

What was with
this waitress most contrary?
I could clearly see
she possessed great beauty
But why was she being
so beastly to me?
As if to give an answer
to my unspoken query
the waitress leant over
and whispered in my ear
“I seek only to conserve
your manly prowess,
as one does
with ripe summer berries.
I did warn you earlier,
of my kinship with fairies.
For I am the Horned One’s
wayward daughter,
but you may call him Bucca”

“I was concieved
upon a burst of Hades fire.
Then banished to endure
a lonely existence
amongst the mortal mire.
Cursed from birth
to neither weep, nor smile.
But to endlessly seek
consolation in consummation
upon this forsaken earth.
And with only a soldier of fortune,
from the royal line
of Queen Boudicca born.
I am in great need
of a straight shooter.
As fate would conspire
I can see truly
you are a gun for hire.
Have no misgivings,
I mean you no harm.
So, are you now up
for some giving,
and a bit of taking?”

In the blink of an eye
an occurrence of transference
I was up and away
within a mystical convergence
Transported with diaphanous ease
as on the tail of a summer breeze
across that bridge of sighs
where she had me on my knees
With apocolyptic ecstacy
the golden prize
as primal urges of surging forces
merged with trembling thighs
Reaching deep
within a helter swelter
as the sky caved in
with not a thing
left to shelter
A reeling beyond all feeling
come crashing through
that blissful ceiling

Like a prayer being sung
Ain of Elphame
then spoke to me
in strange tongues
of enchanted forests
magical adventures
and great treasures to be won
upon flights beyond the sun
Mentioning only
her Fairy Queen mother
and her diabolical father with a parting blessing …

“Your seed indeed
shall be safe with me
As Ollathir the mighty
always protects his own
And Cernunnos
will soon have his
long awaited grandson.
For this gift of solace
I shall leave you
still breathing,
and with some good advice,
so now harken.
You’ve made a multitude
of erroneous choices,
whilst listening
to many voices.
It is never too late
to rewrite your fate,
or else taste the bite
of deepest regret.
Fare thee well
my dear mortal.
And so you never forget
that I am Ain of Elphame,
with a bolt of Taranis lightening,
and a burst of Dagna thunder,
I now smite
and cast asunder
that cosmic sign
you’ve been wandering under”.

~ by david redpath © 2018

Happy All Hallows’ Day!

The apple not fallen far
from the tree … apparently.

And so looking forward
to finally meeting me.

An adventurous lad …
who’s sailed the seven seas,

and loves his little Mermaid.
The pearl he plucked from
of the Caribbean ocean.

But not very healthy,
whilst keeping bad company,

and known to go a bit crazy.

But, I do have high hopes
for him yet, my beloved son
in whom I am well pleased
(… if only he’d get over
his messiah complex?).

Photography;
D. & L. Redpath © 2018

Halloween photos;
Stefan & Alexandra Redpath
©2018

92 thoughts on “La Coco Mojo Trobada”

  1. Your palm tree is still moving in my mind, even though I have hidden myself away in this comment box! I’m not sure though if I’d prefer dates to fall on my head, or a coconut? Only if it were a coconut palm, that is…

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    1. They are indeed dates, Wayne.
      Gently swaying in the tropical
      breeze, just north of Cairns,
      Australia. Photo taken days
      ago, so they’d be fresh and
      ready to harvest. Much safer
      than plucking coconuts.

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      1. She left a lingering invitation.
        Nay, more a prognostication.
        That one day, I would stray
        north of Findhorn, and cross
        the River Tweed, to the land
        of my forefathers. There
        to find her and our scion
        abiding on the Isle of Avalon.

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      2. You are most welcome.
        Avalon is a realm of,
        yet a step beyond, human imagination.
        Mythological rules are there
        to be remade and broken.
        Not revered as upon some
        sacred magical totem.
        As many start out as stories
        to scare and amuse
        small children.

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  2. Ah👍🏽 yes! I needed this diversion from reality this evening. I couldn’t agree more : “In a world of harsh reality,
taking the occasional trip
to Fantasyland is indeed
as healthy necessity.” Thank you for the journey!

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  3. Wow, I see you’ve had your own encounter with a succubus, David.

    And with a daughter of Cernunnos at that.

    Pope Francis with his Witch’s Stang (the symbol of the Horned God) will be naming you to the College of Cardinals if he finds out about this.

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      1. My price, of course, will be
        much higher than Stormy Daniels.
        I don’t want anyone to think
        I’m cheap!
        But I believe Ain is far too young
        for the Supreme Court.
        She can barely remember
        the Round Table of Camelot.

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    1. Glad you liked it, Basilike.
      Coco-Mojo Restaurant and
      Bar, on the northern beaches
      of Cairns, was my favourite haunt for three month this year
      as I fled the southern winter.
      The owner, Hans from Amsterdam, is a very gracious host, and I’m sure he would mix a Mojito, Veracruz style, just the way you like it, Basilike.
      But he does seem to have
      a staffing problem. He really
      does needs to check that job
      applicants are indeed human.

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