Majestic turrets and domed rooftops
reach for the promise of eastern skies.
Exotic amber dreams
embedded with a sleepy sun.
Heady scents of warm spice and burnt sienna
linger in the breathless night.
Enveloped in the Arabian glow,
the ebony silhouette
of two fishermen, silently punting
through liquid gold,
returning to the pebbled shore.
Delicate ripples caress the shingle,
Shimmering whispers, fading away...
Beneath the warm dusky sky,
they prepare their bounty;
threading fish, like strings of pearls.
Drawing a breath of eastern promise,
They gather their treasure and head for home.
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A wonderful evocative poem. You paint a scene in words.