Vineyard Race August 2014
Crusted and dream drunk
rise the eyes to ride
none other than those saffron skies.
Aubergine silks pool at the edge of the world
to serve the drowsy tomorrowers,
blanketing a distant land
in what inevitably will be
one more yin and yang night.
Her angels wake wet and wild
on the cold cobblestones,
facing a reality just dreamt away.
She sits still and vigilant,
with eyes of flame and a brow only one man could ever see.
Saffron skies warn of storm
to land lock the salty miners.
Once more the auberjine veil lifts
to reveal a dirty truth.
So we pray to Allah,
it ‘tis but a dream.
Read and chow on delectable North African food – http://www.bbcgoodfood.com/recipes/collection/tagine