Tuesday, January 13, 2009

Mario Miranda 's Bar Lady

Mario’s Bar Lady
The moon presents itself above Bergstrasse edge,
disentangling from its wobbly twin on the Rhine.
White glory showers. Work weary customers
trudging in like obligatory raindrops beneath
a dim archway. A spark flies, every time
clicketyclack! heels connect with shiny stone.
A bearing swift, but in all her speed, never
a drop spilt.

Six gullets quenched by six massifs, delivered
vice like. She moves, mugs close to breast,
mugs that hardly compete with her enormity.
White apron flashes, paling the moon.
She makes her rounds: ‘Was willst du denn?’
Return order: everfoaming kegs and an aperitif-
a smile.

The brash customer mellows. Dependent on
deepening dimples, empties jealousies and terrors
with beer. Her nods advise, heaving breasts berate
whatever scratches her sensibilities. Empty flagons
can raise groaning feet, propel them homewards,
yet in passing, a mark is pressed with a wan grin:
Danke schon, Maria. ‘Bitte, libeling.’ She returns
to beckoning bar, ready to gush forth every time:
‘Bier, bitte?’

This poem was inspired by Mario Miranda's very lovely drawing posted here. This dates from March 1984, when some of his drawings from (I think) Germany in Wintertime were featured in Midday. I had cut this one out and ensconced it safely until today when I scanned it and put it up here for all to see. This is really from way back when- Indira Gandhi was still Prime Minister, and the back of this clipping retains part of an advertisement for a cola, now defunct called 'Do it'.

1 comment:

clemde@gmail.com said...

Musti I met Mario. {Mr. Miranda} as I called him. It was a lesson in life. What an artist. whata cartoonist. What a man !