Richard George

Rookie (June 1,1965 / Cheltenham, U.K.)

Caravanserai - Poem by Richard George

Before we were men and women
we drank morning milk in a chalk mine.
It smelt, and we raced from kissing.
In the playground, I gazed up
at a white ledge on summer-blue:
'minaret', in a key unknown
to cosy hymns our blunt recorders
bottle-topped to. I hushed,
my feet so little calloused
I could feel the grit our knees bloodied -
a camel's kick - smooth into sand
and the brush of a pale robe.
It is from here we set out to become
strangers, the lambs we were
invisible as our bones

Comments about Caravanserai by Richard George

  • Linda Hepner (10/28/2005 2:32:00 PM)

    Lambs as sacrificed I think. Very powerful, Richard!
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Poem Submitted: Friday, October 28, 2005

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