Marrakesh 1
By R. Bremner
It is love.
Five senses
seven sounds
eleven illusions
a photograph
a lament
a chronicle
a painting
a song
a whisper
a shout.
It is soft.
It is harsh and cruel.
A flower
a flickering candle
a toppled gargoyle from a stately cathedral.
It is a call and a curse.
Elation, confusion, loneliness
loss
a dream
It is love.
It is what I found
when I opened
Pandora’s box.
(after Joydeep Roy-Bhattacharya’s The Storyteller of Marrakesh)
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R. Bremner writes of incense, peppermints, and the color of time in such venues as International Poetry Review, Paterson Literary Review, and Climate of Change (Sigmund Freud in Poetry). He invites you to visit his Instagram poetry at beat_poet1 and Absurdist_poet for milk and cookies.