High walls intrigue …

The village sleeps under the fiery sun,

prostrate and still ..

dreaming an age-old dream –

high walls intrigue ..

what lies beyond those teasing tendrils

of luxuriant vines

that twist and entwine

in vegetative embrace

with riotous golden-hooded flowers;

facsimiles of the more familiar columbines?

It seems to my stranger’s eyes

that beyond these painted gates,

Tiepolo blue as the cloud-free skies,

a fabled garden might slumber in the heat –

a haunt of the shimmering of wing;

of humming-birds and butterflies;

the birthplace of bee-eaters

and emerald-feathered parakeets –

Another Eden; their own iridescent paradise …

About atomsofstars

Reticent .. but I hope my poetry speaks for me .. Favourite quotation .. ' Uttering a word is like striking a note on the keyboard of the imagination.' Ludwig Wittgenstein
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