Two poems

[estepheia]

In case anyone enjoys reading poetry, here are two snapshot-y poems based on two pre-kid vacations...


Sahara

Doe-eyed camels bay, grouchy, and disgruntled,
while Tunisians speak in tongues.
Camera shutters flicker where
salt blossoms into beauty.
Grains of sand
dance around date palms.

Desert

Defined by what it's not:
not loud,
not crowded -
not a blur of colors, sounds, or voices.

Sahara

A trickle of silence,
soft-footed,
and vast.

Soaking up the empty chatter,
the excess civilization in
my head.

Filling me with
thirst.



Edinburgh

Let us go then, you and I,
And cram a city in our eyes and stomachs.
Let us stuff ourselves with sights and smells,
Imagine drinking sounds, as well.

Let us savour scurrying clouds,
Lap up the banners' gunfire bluster,
Touch smooth black paint on sixteen-pounder barrels,
And drink deep from history's well.

And when our bags are full of picture postcards,
Highland Whiskey and tartan scarves,
And when our hearts are drunk with bagpipe music,
Only then let us bid this feast farewell.


Not my finest poems ever, but I like them the way one likes photographs or souveniers - as a reminder of past holidays. *sigh* I'd love to see Edinburgh again. Scotland is my favorite country for vacations. Or Ireland. I definitely want to go to Ireland one day... Guess I have to win the lottery. Oh well, maybe in a few years. After all, our new digs are cheaper...
Right, I'm off to bed. Maybe I'll give myself half an hour for fanfic tomorrow... Toodles.

Comments

[pinkdormouse.livejournal.com]

I need to go to Edinburgh this year if I can.

[estepheia.livejournal.com]

Yeah, it's such a beautiful city.

[indri]

It's where I grew up.