Moroccan Night.
The genie in the bottle beside Alladin's lamp
awaiting the cue to perform her dance
Aromatic spices fill the air..authentic meals to be my fare.
Tagines of fowl and lamb....fish and yams
Bastille chicken flavored with cinamon, raisins and date palm.
Finely ground walnuts,pecans and such
give flavors ..a mysterious touch.
Walls alive in mosaic designs.....brocaded covered chairs,
vivid colors dazzlingly bright ...... send my mind on a fantasy flight
to Biblical times.
Tamborines and drums...castanets and strings ,
tease the soloist as she sings.......in language strange,
croons an angelic voice...is it
that of Solomon the king?
The desert draws near .... and there
behold, Moses leading the Israelites...
Noah building his ark.......pairs of animals to be seen
the furious Pharao beside his Egyptian queen.
king solomon himself upon his throne
a solitatry figure as though made of stone.
The Genie dances only as such a one can
with sharp sword balanced atop her head.
Among flying scarves , a dizzying path.....
through tables and chairs she weaves.
Her body a nudge....a tremor...... a blur
leaves a mysterious afterglow.
Then the music stops.... the scenery fades
Now I'm back to a place that fails to compare
to the distant one I've seen
with Alladin's lamp as my guide ..... a mysterious genie by my side..
Just to let my friends know that this was my experience last night during my
Birthday dinner. We dined at a Morroccan restaurant. a delightful experience it
was.
Copyright © Margaret Okubo | Year Posted 2007
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