Moorish Influence

I would leave this northern cool-clime,

find an antidote to delicate rose summer

nights that shiver still under the moon…

 

Give me a land of gold heat-shimmer, blaze-

blue sky and silent afternoons, reflecting

pools below pierced and carven screens,

ceramic tiles that mesmerize in endless

whorls of red, yellow, green. White walls

in sun-glare and hidden shady doors

drape themselves in bougainvillea

and lounging cats while inside I luxuriate

in striped silk cushions and spicy scents,

silver pot and mint tea. A mosaic fountain

plashes in the courtyard. The day releases

skin-scent; stars expand and breathe.

 

Inspired by dVerse, Around the World!