Marrakech Below The Waterline Schweppes Symphony - Poem by Nicolas GRENIER

Blue-blooded sun at the horizon
Circle of wind

In a crystal flute
Your mellow tone


In the stereo-mezzanine floor
Your eyes as shooting stars

Into the desert
Your Scythian tunic
Your peachy lips

In the cool of the pool
You are moonbathing

On a headed notepaper
The curve of your shoulder

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Poet's Notes about The Poem

Marrakech, stars, desert, pool, eyes, wind.


(Thanks to Ólöf Pétursdóttir)
(Music by Anna Stereopoulou) .

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, August 7, 2012

Poem Edited: Wednesday, August 8, 2012

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