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


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)




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.