My entry for Silk Road Poetry Slam
1 Comments Posted by Nubeals on Wednesday, November 7, 2007 at 12:10 AM.
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Standing on the top of the
I can see my silk route
I will leave Singapurah on a carriage
With old friends and new
An alchemist in search of Gold
Air-borne with great insight
Cheeky townsfolk and crazy festivals
Hand-loomed carpets on which we dance
We dance wild in our khussas with their curled toes
Drink from porcelain bowls made by a man from Lanchou
Bangles play music as women cheer
Unaware of the missing caravans and lost merchandise
Children cry as pirates enter
They eye the remaining gold-threaded cloth;
The Ruby necklaces from
And expensive carpets from
Disputes and deceitful companions
Leave us searching for a pirates trail
Tattered clothes; sand in feet
Mirage after mirage; deaths on schedule
Landslides arrive like automatic burials
Down glaciers on the
We make it to palm trees and waterfalls
A lack of motivation met by lush green mountains
At the Meluhha I eventually arrive home
I taste the water of the ancient
I wash my face; I close my eyes
And in my head; the journey begins again
Labels: Poetry, Silk Route, Silk-Road
Nice. I really liked this one - the richness of the setting, and the tragic end...