heat blaze bathed sun
soaks the supple evening skin
of shining surfaced afternoon.
that afternoon wind which winds
‘tween souk and medina streets,
the muttering retreats
where sea winds creep
still slowly breathing, breathing.
planned music shines loudly,
strangely,
a noise to fill the boisterous air
harmonized by seagulls cry:
a light resemblant of morning.
sea fresh fumes whip and heat
meaty flesh and set it burning,
as five o’clock prayers
replacing tea
solace the men on crutches plying no trade;
and quell the few who dare to dream
of times forgotten and days unseen.
when oil puddle rainbows glimmer and shine
in unclean streets all shoddy with grime
as the tourists engage in talk of fine wines.
Alexander J. Allison is a poet from London. He is running out of ways to pretend he doesn’t care about things. http://alexanderallison.blogspot.com/
4 Responses to “MOROCCO • by Alexander J. Allison”
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November 15th, 2009 at 5:54 am
Thy music metronomical–
November 15th, 2009 at 7:10 am
Alliterative, melodic, exotic.
November 15th, 2009 at 4:08 pm
Some exciting and original word choices that summon up the feel of Morocco effectively.
Would have preferred you not to have used ‘tween’ though. As a 19th century word, it jarred.
November 16th, 2009 at 12:48 am
Enjoyed this lovely rhythmic poem immensely. One suggestion, “the muttering retreats” should have had quotation marks in the poem, since it’s from The Love Song of J Alfred Prufrock.