A poem about Bazaar West in Århus
When I grow weary of my proper four white Danish walls, I drive out to Bazaar West to take in the aromas, the rich palette of colours found in the fruit and vegetables stands and the sights and sounds. I am transported to another time and place. Besides walks around the lake area by my house (physical escape), my dreams of the desert (mental escape), and losing myself in my paintings ( physical and mental escape) I love to wander the corridors of the Bazaar in Århus.
After teaching English to a client or at a school, I love to round the day off in Århus before heading home to Silkeborg, loaded with five kinds of olives, pita,spices, stuffed grape leaves, chillies and cheeses. The aroma fills my car and I drive away with Israeli Oriental music playing in the background.
Naked oriental aromas
I twisted my Jewish Star pendent to the back of my neck
And threw on a thin sweater
Out of habit, or was it respect?
We’ll never know…
Outward appearance- everything OK
Gather plastic bags and wallet
And my regal positioning
Strut from the car to the sliding door entry
My silk skirt a circular fan,
Yes- I am a Whirling Dervish
From the cool afternoon breeze
As it swirls and mingles
With Oriental aromas- Ah I’m naked underneath
I am a Mevleviye on my spiritual quest
Of fresh fruit and Sufi zest.