The Sunday Whirl presents twelve words for us to use in a creative writing piece.
This weeks words are:
Sing, trembling, zigzag, connected, mind, silk, dreams, moon, prayers, crow, road, prophets
Marrakesh
Forget Rome.
Here, at sunset,
All roads
Lead to the market.
An explosion
Of light and noise.
The smells,
Spices, warm,
Rich, beguiling.
Perfumes hint
Of the harem.
Leathers and silks,
Food, aromatic,
Sweet, luscious.
Brassware. Stoneware.
Everywhere.
The noise,
Oh, the noise.
The call to prayers,
The call to buy.
Different gods.
The people,
Connected
But disconnected.
Someone sings,
Some tout dreams,
Promise the moon.
Some are prophets,
Trembling in fervor,
The curious wander,
Zig-zag in wonder.
Crowds flow
Or not. Mesmerised.
No-one minds.
Time is not important.
It is an assault
On the senses,
While
On the roofs
Pied Crows watch,
Silent prophets,
Bemused.
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And that does indeed sound like the Marrakesh my partner described to me. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteOh, how wonderful you make it sound! Alas, my travelling days are done – so I'm lucky you can give me some sense of it in words.
ReplyDeleteOh yes... that square, Jemaa el-fnaa, is quite the experience - the whole of Morocco is a magnificent place to visit...sights and sounds and smells and colours!
ReplyDeleteHow delightfully your juggled these words to form a feast for the senses!
ReplyDeleteA rich and sensual scene - wonderful!
ReplyDeleteWhat a kaleidoscope of sound and visuals. Vibrant portrayal.
ReplyDeleteThank you for sharing this glimpse of Marrakesh with us. You've made it come vividly alive.
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