Iraq

Iraq

 

attar of roses

ancient perfume of deserts

soft on the dry breeze

 

camel-trains following

the age-old geometries

carry sweet cargo

 

she-camel kneeling

tired calf suckling gratefully

hidden oasis

 

smoke from the dung fire

soft dough rolled to pale circles

fresh scent of new bread

 

tent lit by oil light

the warm closeness of bodies

soft conversation

 

fragrant steam rising

hands reaching respectfully

bread wipes the bowls clean

 

last light extinguished

stars set the sands shimmering

cough of a camel

 

dawn brings a blood sun

camels gaze with indifference

eyes reflect crimson

 

knotting a carpet

the colours she contemplates

whisper of flowers

 

children in sunlight

stop their play at the first sound

of the truck convoy

 

there on the white sand

red rose petals scattering

guns still hammering

 

Haiku sequence published in Yellow Moon 19 2006 Seed Pearls, commended

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