Dance of Ecstasy

Dermott Hayes
Sep 6, 2018 · 1 min read
Spice merchant stall, Djeema el-Fna, Marrakech

In the market of Djeema el-Fna
we found ourselves, entwined
the Moroccan sky, darkness of the depths
celestial beings, phosphorescent glow
the music of Rubab and Oud
insistent darabouka rhythm
burning fires barbecue
intoxicating scent of a night of love
hearts beating in the aromatic jumble
tumble together
in exotic dance of ecstasy.

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Dermott Hayes

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Novellist, poet, blogger and ex-journalist. ‘If the cap fits.’ https://medium.com/@dermotthayes

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