This delicious poem by author and co-owner of Hemingways Bookshop, Beth Hunt, made us cry, ‘vive la différence.’
At eighteen I obsessed to be thin as a pin
crossed my heart and zipped my lips.
Abstained from Lindt Intense Mint in Geneva
Black Forest cake totally out of limits on the Rhine
Refused buttered croissants on the Boulevard Champs Lysee.
Pasta and spaghetti Bolognaise in Milano – No way!
A sidewalk café cappuccino, the forbidden fruit.
Oh, believe me, I had a fine time
devouring museums, castles, galleries and parks.
What a lark, scrawling postcards to friends from every port
proud as Punch as I bade adieu to my jelly-belly
witnessing a weighty waistline wilt away.
By the time I arrived home
I could fit into a mouse-hole.
Those three weeks back in the seventies
sight-seeing Europe on a dollar a day
my chipmunk cheeks gone forever.
I could slip through a crack in the door.
Hallelujah to my Continental budget holiday
I was cultured as a yoghurt and fat no more!
– Beth Hunt
July 21 2020
Beth Hunt is not only an award-winning writer and poet, she is also the co-owner of the legendary Hemingways bookshop in Hermanus.