Sahara Poem by Niko Tiliopoulos

Sahara

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In a Roman agora
I once bought felicity
for thirty-eight camels
and an ounce of salt.

And my oracular destiny wove
the silks of the oasis merchants,
a sacred seal on the chakras of Arabia
placed on the night-lit stones of Thebes,
the scarlet chant of the mystics
meandering on the glyphs of the temple keepers,
an engraved whisper on lunar amulets.

But the desert’s tempest was a mirage,
mesmerising the cobra’s raqs sharqi,
a blot of scorpion’s poison,
ancient like cursed sand
on the wind-worn sandals of the Bedouins
sleeping their tea-leaves
beneath the scars of the tropic of Cancer.

In a Roman agora
I once sold felicity
for thirty-eight camels
and an ounce of salt.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Roger Bowman 18 January 2007

Indiana Jones meets Allan Quatermain.Love it amigo della fuerto anemio. All the best and more Roger

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