In the Shadow of Giants

 In ancient lands across
shifting sands
searing heat distorts

renders mysterious mirage
where belly dancers
entrance with sultry moves
to a beat of rhythmic drums

their sensual sway wafts smells of
hashish, sweetened in the bowl with
liquid opium and other things
to enhance their share of the hookah pipe
and, captivated
gaze upon jewel encrusted navels.

Ships of the desert graze, occasionally
grunt, groan or stoop heads to drink from
fresh water pools in the plush oasis
as day yields the sky once more
toward the center of night
and there they’ll laze
in the shadow of giants.


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Shared with Poets United Thursday Think Tank #63

Author: Daydreamer

I live on a beautiful island in Atlantic Canada.

5 thoughts on “In the Shadow of Giants”

  1. This brings back memories, Bren. Have you ever been to see “the giants”? If not, I highly recommend it … only: bring lots of sunscreen … not much shade 🙂 Have a lovely w/e, my friend. cat.

  2. nice…lots of little cultural textures…would be really cool to sleep int he shadow of those giants…and ride a ship of the desert…even if they spit…smiles.

  3. Are you calling the cat a giant? How nice of you..haha

    Wonderful pic, always curious how they built those things, still going with the aliens or time travel theory..haha..very descriptive piece, wonderful treck through the sands.

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