by OceanzestHamilton, Waikato, New Zealand
Feb 2022 264 Views 3 comments
Under the Zenith
mad dogs and roses
spines and scent
cutting through
baked hot days
without shade
for I once was
in a distant city
and I dreamt of
Moorish courtyard gardens
streaming fountains
women in hijab
talking lightly
the sun cuts
noon blue
the road
that folds
beyond
bares no
sound
for all
must rest
under the zenith
spines and scent
cutting through
baked hot days
without shade
for I once was
in a distant city
and I dreamt of
Moorish courtyard gardens
streaming fountains
women in hijab
talking lightly
the sun cuts
noon blue
the road
that folds
beyond
bares no
sound
for all
must rest
under the zenith
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Posted: Feb 2022
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Comments (3)
Nice change of scenery and temperatures.
oddly the shape of this one was not intended until I got to the end and centred it and realised huh looks like a column. Fate