The roses of Andalusia

(for Rachel)

The splashes of red, the heady bloom,


The opulent smell, patchouli oil, lingering.

In a marbled room: a certain slant of light,

Reveals these Andalusian roses creeping

Along the fence between Mudejar and Christian.

Between Morisco and Jew, between my lover and I,

Such dirty sweet hauntings

Under the heavy crimson blue skies of Cordova


Fleeting days, like the burnings at the stake,

Like regret, regret, regret. Oh! These sins of omission

Threaten my life; make me wake in a sweat in the night.


Half alive, all affright.


See this person’s golden hand so thin and frail in mine.

We excavate deep cells in Raqqa, in Granada, in Africa

All along the fault line, the earthquake zone

Between cultures, religions, races, histories.


The roses of Al-Andalusia shine in the stark bright sunlight

Through which  Maimonides so clearly saw..


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◄ Coastal blues

Pete ►


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