Anacampserote – something that can bring back a lost love
I found this inspiring title to *Miss Book Thief’s words featured at the end of mine. Please go and see her work.
I thought I saw you in the market
today where long gowns float busily,
and their vibrant colours
occasionally sweep the dust
and extraneous verdure
abandoned to the floor,
and where comely sheen calls
from the plump richness of aubergines,
bolsters for cantaloupes and apricots –
a cornucopia
just on the fringe
of nature’s arrogant charm
vying for space with the cheeky grins
spread on the faces of vendors
that never tire and whose speared fingers
endear us to their wares
in waves of gestures like a peacock’s
cooling fan competing for display.
Sellers try to capture my stare,
but my stare is irretrievable, sold to you
without question and still lingering
between shadows –
mortar for the cracks between people to people,
as bodies meld in the busy,
excited clamour of every day.
I think I see
you again, and my heart races
with my sweat exuding this morning’s
slap dash of perfume and fumble
for keys
sat forgotten at the bottom of my basket
with my shopping list –
I’ve just added something.
Tantalising smells thrust under my nose
bring me back,
back to the market’s hustle and bustle
of legato chants to entice us
in the final throes
of its wooden framed denouement;
the afternoon has gone already,
lost to searching among
the throng of life, lively produce,
with ripened senses.
I return this temporary insanity, hope,
longing, madness – deal with
the devil –
whatever it is – to my basket
to replace items that have dropped
from the crumpled paper –
unimportant now.
I was back
to the cheeky grin and indecipherable
chatter of the vendor – a light arm
around my shoulder.
At the end of its reach
was another vision; beautiful,
tempting fruit, perhaps
as a salve
just as the sun hangs up its sign
and glad hearts are picked off the floor
like the escaping legumes and berries
too wild to stay put
you appear again
belonging to a shadow that has sped
across your eyes – you can’t be real,
but citrus smells rise,
pale streaks of
tourists’ legs scramble
to make way, brushing with those
inside the multicolours;
their beautiful swirls dash towards
the darkened shadows of alcoves and spent
recesses that line the market place.
You plough through it all: sun kissed
boldness, dusky arms and with a smile
befitting the backdrop of the high mountains,
sweeping deserts
and rugged coastlines – everything I remember,
except you are laden with hessian
sacks brooding with figs and the other beautiful
viands;
everything I wished I was – what I used
to be and in the place I longed to be again.
I thought it was you here in this market;
vibrant, fleshed, articulate, ripe with scents
and goodness, unlike in my dreams –
dead, angry, rotted and intangibly
unreal.
My heart stopped as you neared, my knees
went crazy, and when you passed straight
through me, I remember what you said
a long, long time ago,
‘In the place
where our dreams
and realities collide,
in the spaces
between each minute,
in the magic
that resides
within your words-
that’s where
you’ll find me,
that’s where
I’ll be waiting.’*
A most visceral piece. Lovely writing.
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Wow, thank you very much.
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…thank you for your time and generosity in reading my blog.
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You’re welcome, I enjoy reading your writing.
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Well, thank you. I enjoy yous and will be back soon no doubt.
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You are truly a Master of the Poetry, Antia! 😉
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Thank you rena, but you’re too kind.
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Very much enjoyed this. Really interesting original piece.
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Thank you, Deborah – very much appreciate your words.
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That was epic!!! I love this, thank you so much for sharing your talent with us Anita! I’m hooked now
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Well that is good to hear! Thank you for stopping by.
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This time it’s my pleasure
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Thanks for browsing my efforts – it is lovely to get your support and to be drawn to your writing.
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You’re welcome, and thank you.
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I loved this. ❤ Thank you so much. 🙂
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Thank you very much, and you’re welcome…it was a beautiful fitting end for my piece.
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My pleasure. I do love how it all came together beautifully. 🙂
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