East.
As a joke
I placed it
towards Mecca
kneeling on it
the prayer rug
I felt like
an Arabian princess
red designs
imported from Turkey
a great many
cups of tea
were drunk
to obtain this prize
it used to decorate
our coffee table.
The thickness
of it, the faded
fringe
once again
I step onto
the rug
and wish it was
a magic
carpet ready
to bear me to exotic places
and better fortunes.
July 31, 2007
© 2007 Anne Westlund
Poetry by Anne Westlund
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Prayer
As a joke
I placed it
towards Mecca
kneeling on it
the prayer rug
I felt like
an Arabian princess
red designs
imported from Turkey
a great many
cups of tea
were drunk
to obtain this prize
it used to decorate
our coffee table.
The thickness
of it, the faded
fringe
once again
I step onto
the rug
and wish it was
a magic
carpet ready
to bear me to exotic places
and better fortunes.
July 31, 2007
© 2007 Anne Westlund
Poetry by Anne Westlund
Read 617 times
Written on 2007-08-01 at 21:30
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