Moody Sahara

by Maher   Mar 8, 2020


Beneath the sun lay blackened crows,
the only shade in sight.
With seven thousand grains of sand
betwixt their raven eyes.

The sand dunes call as vultures mourn
a carcass down the way;
flesh that lay prostrate for days,
enslaved by desert rays.

As camels boast to hold the most;
a toast of humpy rain,
the jackals stare in night-time glare
to bask in meaty game.

Sahara: mine; my desert girl,
how you falter as you change.
Your nights, they burn, as does your day,
with no rain to quench the pain.

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  • 5 years ago

    by Skyfire

    This is beautiful.

    • 5 years ago

      by Maher

      Thank you :)

  • 5 years ago

    by Tony Grannell

    Hello Maher,
    I love anything about the desert and this is a real treat, especially so, 'the jackals stare in night-time glare to bask in meaty game', just excellent. Accolades galore for this one.
    You are in fine fettle, I hope.
    Regards, Tony.

    • 5 years ago

      by Maher

      Thank you, Mr Grannell. I'm glad you enjoyed it :)

      I'm doing well and may you be doing even better.

  • 5 years ago

    by Milly Hayward

    Your creativity has breathed life and nuance into what for many is just a sea of sand.
    What a superb tapestry of words that gives beauty to even the dark side of the Sahara. The third stanza in particular was to me creative genius. "As camels boast to hold the most: A toast of humpy rain" (I would never have thought of a line like that). The last stanza is just a perfectly rounded finish to a captivating piece that made me see the Sahara in a much different light. Has to go on my favourites. Milly x

    • 5 years ago

      by Maher

      Thanks Milly, glad you enjoyed it :)

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