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Madonna

Her face a saffron blush, a Madonna at dusk,
stands at a barred window, a cracked adobe
cameo of myrtle and palm fronds.
 
I pause, spellbound amid slow-rising dust
from my barefoot trek through a quiet village
to contemplate the new moon,
 
when the Andalusia sky is lavender and violet,
and the village youths in procession,
a lamentation with lanterns
 
passing before their Madonna, bathed in the
scent of orange and mint, ants creeping
through her gypsy hair
 
her brow, a raven's wingspread, the sky deepens,
female peacocks blend with the earth,
 
a distant row of cypress marking where the road
lies, and from the belfry, storks emerge, to glide
majestically in a slow, widening arc,
 
their shadows undulate o'er the cheekbone of a
riverbed, the dying sun casts its yield of sangria
through newly plowed fields.  
 
 
©2009-2015 Jade Pandora  
Written by Jade-Pandora (jade tiger)
Published | Edited 18th Dec 2015
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