A Picnic in the Holy land

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Desejo
Desejo
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We recline like Ottoman Pashas
under olive trees
the Jordan valley rolled out below
A Madaba mosaic
mapping time and tribe

We eat bursting peaches
irrigated by the same water
That baptized John
And grown behind the new walls
Of Jericho

My cousins eyes sparkle
green with crusader mischief
he clasps our grandmothers
white hands
in his brown ones
and sings

Ya, Tayta!
Speak to us of LOVE

She crosses solid ankles
Rolls her eyes and snorts
Love?

What do I know of love?

I was married to your grandfather
At sixteen
No one ever asked my opinion

Love had nothing to do with it

What do I know of love?

Our laughter rings out
Echoing through the arid hills
Carrying, I think,
Across the Jordan river
To where the peaches grow.

Desejo
Desejo
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AnonymousAnonymousover 11 years ago
*****

Five.

lorencinolorencinoover 11 years ago
sucked in

I was immediately sucked into your poem in a light-hearted sort of way, reclining with the Pashas, but soon my eyes grew accustomed to the bright sun and I began to notice the gritty reality surrounding solid ankles and a longing for the peaches that grow in what has become forbidden territory.

The art of the poem is deftly transparent triggering a flood of my own impression of a people stuck out on the burning sands.

tazz317tazz317almost 12 years ago
TO REACH WHERE THE PEACHES GROW

one must cross the Jordan where bodies float. TK U MLJ LV NV

DesejoDesejoalmost 12 years agoAuthor

Tzara- you are right about the capitalization. Somehow it got switched to automatic line caps. I would blame my computer, but truth is I overlooked that! Thanks for the kind words.

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