Postcard from Granada
Wish fulfilled Granada cradled between high hills Alhambra and Albaysin. Albayzin – old Jewish quarter gypsy lads flamenco rhythms set the tone I wander narrow warrens of cobbled streets bright blue pots with vivid orange geraniums climb white washed walls in harmony with jasmine and bougainvillaea. Alhambra, palace fortress, red and radiant last stronghold of Islam’s Al Andalus dominates the skyline. I tread avenues of cedar, scented myrtle gaze heavenward in awe intricate timber ceilings gilded pillars like fringes of lace hang from the sky marble lions stand guard soothing fountains tinkle soften courtyards cold marble counter blazing heat respite for the spirit. Though apart we share time and place Wishing you here.
Brooklin Poetry Society 