Travel can definitely get my creativity flowing, the novelty of new places, the space to observe and the simple fact that I am lucky enough to be footloose and free. I have a very privileged life, and for that I give thanks.
This is a poem I wrote as the Palm Sunday procession slowly passed my hotel room window in the early hours of Monday morning.
PALM SUNDAY PROCESSION GRANADA
half asleep in your hotel room
on a street of darkened windows
loud voices converse
as if it wasn’t well after midnight
then you hear the drums slow beat
speak a language your blood almost knows
every now and then horns spike the night
unexpectedly you find yourself an observer
in a doppler effect experiment
as you note the red shift
all the way to the cathedral
The title, I hope, sets the scene. Voices in the night, the sound of drums, brass slowly passing the window and changing in pitch. I tried to marry the doppler effect with the red shift visible in space, the furthest stars exhibiting the same doppler effect. I am not sure it works, I am too near to the conceit at the moment. Time will tell.
Natalie Merchant has a new album out. I await my copy and leave you with a new song.
Until next time.
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