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some settled sunlight 
ekphrastic for Ethel Carrick’s 1919 ‘A Market in
Kaironan’
a summoning fate 
won’t bring into focus 
turban and turret 
white washed walls 
the headborne apple tea, bread, any ware 
bolts of stuff piled 
bargains too 
windows for dark 
the great trees touch
bright blue 
you see the ceremony of the price 
on desert streets
muezzin and minaret 
just out of shot 
hear this from dusk 
well into night
donkey for christing through 
another waits 
far gate an echo 
all motion arrested in this frame 
but this in the abstract 
as from a story told 
they are mere market shapes 
colours lit 
baksheesh
you won’t understand 
even one of these words 
there’s not a face in this crowd 
 
 
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