The Sahara's flaring moon
weaves sand castles in hombre dusk,
jacquard ridges unraveling down burlap slopes.
Under taupe sky a balmy loom
spins dust into tawny gold for a sultan sun,
eroding an oasis to sate his rapture
with effete wealth tatted in the shadows
cast by white peacock clouds
floating above seedless dunes
once shimmering with emerald palms
and sapphire waters.
Unseen hands of a sightless pearl
now craft his exfoliated sheikdom
from the dry scraps of Eden.
Categories:
sheikdom, color, imagery,
Form: Ekphrasis