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Niocosia November

by Alan Mahood

The pomegranets and lemons
Dates and oranges are hanging low
From the trees
Their aroma wafts on the breeze
Their scent holding the promise of ripeness and fertility
Carressing the low dusty hills
Yearning for the rains to come, and
Yes the young women sway to the eternal music
Walk the sidewalks of the old city,
Their raven black hair and dark bottomless eyes
Drawing in the unwary, the lonely and
They sit in cafes and sip strong coffee and argue
Their Voices rising in sing song rythms
Beware you lonely
They are the sirens of old
Calling sailors
To the rocks
And the grapes are all over now,
Shrivels leaves reminding of harvests past
But the olives are just beginning to ripen
Under the Mediteranean sun
And there are flowers everywhere.



Posted on 11/06/2004
Copyright © 2021 Alan Mahood

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