Poetry – Iran: Memories

Memories of Iran

Persian art 

You were sleeping the slumber of ages

When I first saw you

Behind virtue’s veil

Folds caressed by zephyrs

Of a golden past

 

I loved to watch you sleeping, then

My innocence and yours

Reposing beside Khayyam’s gurgling streams

Beneath the emerald tresses of weeping willows

A sweeter world at our feet

 

Now, you are gone

Vanished treasure of kings

Fallen on villains and bazaar mobs

Swirling sands of an Islamic storm

Your half-remembered splendour

A fading memory

 

I so adored you when you slumbered then

Our pure, young lives, like lovers, entwined

Before Life’s grand banquet and Khayyam’s murmuring streams

Where, I wonder, if the willows

Still weep for long lost, love?

 

 

 

 

About glynnburridge

Englishman who grew up in Iran and worked as an interpreter/translator before moving to Seychelles, becoming a published author and working as chief copywriter and tourism consultant for the Seychelles Tourism Board. Loves motorbikes. Enjoys cooking, tennis and hanging out.
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