Morocco, 2008

    Morocco · Africa12 December 2008

    En-route to Marrakesh – A welcome break from the drizzling mist of daily writing and the icy chill of winter stress. Another promise to myself fulfilled – that I will travel to at least one unvisited African country each year.

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    Morocco, however, will be the only trip which is purely for pleasure and, happily, one where I am joined by [name] – our very first holiday together – a touch of the Middle East which she loves (and I am only just beginning to discover) and a taste of Africa (which will be her second visit to the continent, and I hope not her last).

    Diary entry, 12 December 2008

    Diary entry, 15 December 2008

    Colours in the Dust

    I leave behind the dusty brown
    Of narrow streets and sun-fired clay
    Back home to England’s verdant town
    Of scholars’ spires and skies of grey

    I leave behind the market maze
    Where every hue is stacked and strung
    And count the march of Christmas days
    In gleaming malls with carols sung

    I leave behind the emerald bliss
    Of gardens in the golden sand
    And smile to see the blooms I miss
    Still traced upon my lover’s hand

    I leave behind the hooded eyes
    Of faces drawn like timeless maps
    And brush the mask of my disguise
    With bright new paint across the cracks

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