The third prelude in the second series takes Coo & Co to the Alhambra :>)

The wine gate

Today this sandstone structure stands as in its Nasrid years,
a feature of the Alhambra, Granada, southern Spain,
a palace and a fortress complex, grandeur set with fears,
and this an inner gate to all the wealth and pomp and pain.

The east side bears a tombstone for a ruler from the east,
a sultan, Muhammad the fifth, who built the lion court,
who had a bushy beard and, it is writ, four sons at least,
and each was hugely handsome, dapper dark, and slightly short.

Above the arch a key is etched, to summon in the wine,
which came in barrels, stowed in ships from vineyards far away,
for rolling, bottling, corking, opening, pouring full and fine,
and merrymaking, blurring sharp-knife thoughts of bloody fray.

Tonight, as every night, Muhammad dances once again
with sons and lions, all the party twirling through the hours,
'til sunrise shimmers pink and purple over beasts and men,
and casts a golden glow on gates and grounds and courts and towers.

Poetry by Coo & Co The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2019-04-15 at 20:17

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Beautifully composed!

josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
Magnificent! Great adherence to structure but never constrained by it. A joy to read!

Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
A delightful poem about a beautiful place!

Thomas DeFreitas The PoetBay support member heart!
Wonderful. I cherish the gently comic tone of the second stanza, the utterly enchanting beauty of the final stanza, and the poet's sure hand throughout.