Sunday, July 9, 2017

Ancient Caravan -- The Sunday Whirl #307 -- Poets United

 ANCIENT CARAVAN        


sunlight shimmers across the sand         caravans loaded with silks and exotic perfumes

guided by the stars              there is a rhythm to their passage                        it is the same

as their father’s before them          nights in the desert are chilly        they pitch tents

of colored sheets                 plum and red                                    in the last light of day



fires glow golden                 rival sparkling stars                         above

the prophet tells stories      ancient history                      of the people

their past journeys               and of journeys to come     a shot sounds

echoes in the canyon         rumors of bandits                 persuade them to


                                                                                                                                   
pick a new route                  it would be foolish               to continue on the same

light from the full moon       lights the desert                   shimmers across the sand                       

creates a new world                        nothing seems the same               many days

and nights                 before they reach their destination          the caravan vulnerable

July 9, 2017                                                                                                                                                 



17 comments:

Jae Rose said...

What a magical journey.. makes me want to join the caravan

Magical Mystical Teacher said...

We, I think, are the caravan, and we are very vulnerable...

brudberg said...

I feel we are all moving in that caravan... very visual... and we all need the oasis.

Donna@LivingFromHappiness said...

I love the story of the caravan painted by moonlight and then the understory of our humanity/world as the caravan....really well done!

Mary said...

You have given us a sense of this journey & the vulnerability of the caravan.

indybev said...

I didn't want this to stop, but wanted to see the vulnerable caravan safely to its destination! A compelling write.

Myrna R. said...

I suppose we're all on our own caravan, as is the course of this world. Great writing Annell.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

This poem contains so many lovely images, Annell. I am most struck by the sheets of plum and red.

Wendy Bourke said...

What an incredible picture you have painted here with your words. Rich colors and textures ... a journey through exotic lands ... danger under a full moon. A wonderful, poetic 'get-away'. Loved this!

ayala said...

This poem has so many great images. Lovely writing.

Old Egg said...

What a timeless poem this is Annell which is so beautifully illustrated by your words describing the journey.

Sumana Roy said...

I was totally transported to this caravan world and the journey. Beautiful description.

kaykuala said...

nothing seems the same
many days and nights
before they reach their destination
the caravan vulnerable

Gives a picture of cautious travel by caravans in the desert. Without road signs the stars are the guide. Very vulnerable.Very true annell!


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Sanaa Rizvi said...

This poem has such a beautifully timeless quality!

Paul John Dear said...

Delicious metaphor at play here. You paint quite the picture.

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