Bed and Board by The Silk Road

Gold cherry

By Ed Crane

Fri, 22 Jul 2022
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Our outdated French steed sleeps for the night.

The local Caravanserai awaits our tomorrow visit.

In the hush of dusk sound settles with the day’s dust.

Birds and insects rest vocal chords as the air cools.

We eat stuffed green paprikas from plastic tables on an earth floor.

The town’s Minaret pokes up framed by distant hazed grey hills

The call to prayer echos across flat rooves and parched fields.

The ancient hypnotic song gently breaks the silence.

We listen to the unknown words without loss of the calm we feel.

When the salah is over and the muezzin’s gentle voice drifts into distance

we experience a moment of tranquility we can never repeat and an image we can never forget.  

Certificate 15
Poem
Travel

Comments

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Quite a picture of the cool of the evening, with dust, and sound settling with the heat of the day. A strong memory. Rhiannon

 

Submitted by Ed Crane on

I suppose it was a moment in our time. An unforgettable experience for a mere £4 a night with a lovely Turkish family

 

Submitted by Ed Crane on

I suppose it was a moment in our time. An unforgettable experience for a mere £4 a night with a lovely Turkish family

oops sorry it doubled up. I don't know what I did, sorry

 

Submitted by Ewan on

been on the Marrakesh Express...

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Submitted by luigi_pagano on

A lovely atmospheric poem, Ed. Enjoyed it very much.

Best, Luigi

 

Submitted by Ed Crane on

I'm always proud to get a compliment from the master.

 

Submitted by Ed Crane on

I am always proud to get a compliment from the master.

 

Submitted by Ed Crane on

An image no camera can capture.

On a separate trip Marrakesh was great, but our express was a rickety old minibus. The souks in the smaller non touristy towns were even better. I wonder how things have changed since the 80's

I've made a few changes to the wording.

 

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Submitted by lenchenelf on

of time and place and calling song.

Ewan deserves a medal for inspiration, this is the second enjoyable "sound" poem read today :)

Best to you

Lena x

 

Submitted by Ed Crane on

and a gong for Ewanyes

 

Submitted by Di_Hard on

Enjoyed thi so much. As someone who doesn't travel, I love it when reading can whisk me away in a few lines, and you do, I feel I know the smells, the resting day, the contented expectation of more discovery tomorrow

 

Submitted by Di_Hard on

Enjoyed thi so much. As someone who doesn't travel, I love it when reading can whisk me away in a few lines, and you do, I feel I know the smells, the resting day, the contented expectation of more discovery tomorrow. Sorry, repeating myself :0)

 

 

Submitted by Ed Crane on

that is such a lovely thing to say!

 .... Doubling up on comments seems a habit today :)

 

Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on

A magnificent sound and word picture - like Lena I've come here from another brilliant poem inspired by Ewan. We should make him do the inspiration point every week shoudn't we!

 

Submitted by Ed Crane on

I think Ewan would do a good job of getting us all thinking

 

Submitted by celticman on

the call to prayer, the call to poetry. Much the same inner landscape. 

 

Submitted by Ed Crane on

I'll stick to poetry I think. wink

 

Submitted by Ewan on

Succinct and vivid, this poem takes you there, and that's why it's our Pick of the Day.

Congratulations!

Please, dear readers, share and/or retweet on SM

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Submitted by Ed Crane on

You know what?  This poem would not have been written if you hadn't written your thoughts on sound. So once again, Many Thanks!

Best to you

Keith (Ed) 

 

Submitted by catherine poarch on

You say it's a moment in your time but it also seems timeless - a moment that could have happened throughout history. Really beautiful picture.

 

Submitted by Ed Crane on

I am sure you are right. Travellers on the silk road no doubt relaxed after a days journey taking their camel trains from Asia to Europe for centurys. In fact in the caravansrai we visited the ceiling was black with soot  fron centuries of cooking on open fires. Although in the Caravanserais it probable was a busy bustling atmosphere.

 

 

Submitted by marandina on

Moments in time captured so evocatively. Beautifully done and congrats on the pick. Paul

 

Submitted by Ed Crane on

very much a memory recaptured for me.