bazar

an ivory lady lays there,
on the old rug,
crucified between a copper amphora
and an empty treasure chest,
holding in her hands
the dust from the soles of travelers
and stray dove feathers –

here ye, here ye! magic carpets for sale!

the eyes of the lady spark,
soaked for a second in sunlight,
and her arms,
entwined with the limbs of time,
flutter, missing the breeze coiled around them

flying carpets! come see, come buy!

voices, seconds, scents,
the whole mélange flows thick along her thighs,
and her skin pales under the heaviness of ignorance –
the lady gracefully floats unbeholden
beneath the blind souls trampling on her heartbeats.

carpets! woolen carpets!
woven from the finest wool!

under the clients’ footsteps,
the lady’s ivory turns grayer and opaque.
sun slowly sets.

 
© Liliana Negoi

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Comments
3 Responses to “bazar”
  1. ch3815h says:

    eastern market and the strategy to sell, yeah. 🙂

  2. granbee says:

    Sometimes, figures in outdoor markets speak to me like this, as well! Much to observe and learn from, even in the most impersonal commercial settings!

  3. Nikunj says:

    Bazaar does what it has to , the buyers always scarce and sellers always aplenty . Who shall look at the goods when everything is on sale ..I like the images and the expressions inside.

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