My Love Affair
poem by:
Alex McEwan
Written
on Jun 15, 2013
My Love Affair Relaxing here on my reclining chair Eyes are shaded from the suns bright glair Reading a good book, with drink in hand Body is turning brown, as it’s tanned Smells of eastern spices fill the air This is all part of my love affair Across the valley, though the heat haze Views are distorted by the suns rays Local people going about their chores Heads are covered, when out doors Women tend vegetables on a little patch All around them their chickens scratch Youths herd goats upon the hillside While they chew at grass yellow, and dried Imams’ voice calls from the minarets A call to prayer before the sun sets Darkness descends as warm a breeze blows Leaves rustle on tress, as its path they oppose Lights glow from windows like fairy lights This is why I love my Turkish nights
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Trevor Cartwright commented:
Alex, I taught history for a few years, so I understand your Eastern references (Imams, minarets, etc.). That poem touched me as a history teacher, but it also touched me as a human being. We all have our cultural joys. I live in Las Vegas, NV, so sometimes I gaze at the strip. You really captured the bliss of living in modern Turkey. Do you live there? Just curious. Even if you don't, your work convinces me that you have really been there!
Royce B
commented:
I enjoyed this poem a lot. Thank you for sharing part of your culture with us. I'm a city boy, and don't really get to experience anything like that.
