Barcelo Hotel

About the poem: during our trip in Morocco, we stayed at this hotel for an overnight stay. It was hard to sleep as the street below was busy with merchants and musicians...through the early morning.

Barceló Hotel

 

the streets below resound

                            with the rhythm of musicians    

  bursting in loud accented songs

              a mix of English and Moroccan Arabic

       heard from down the hall

gold bracelets swinging   tinkling gently

                 on henna wrists tattooed red and blue

     clapping   ululating   celebrating life

 

pigeons on open window sills

                       pecking"cooing"kissing   mating dance

under sparkling skies   a restful Medina

              perfumed in scents of orange blossoms

blended pleasantly with burnt-mint incense

       wafting over blue-tile fountains and red roof-tops

 

peace settles   I huddle under a woolen blanket  

        dreaming of spirited steeds roaming sand dunes

                                    in a golden"magical Sahara