My uncle’s car.

It sat four square.

It felt comfortable, 

Cosy,

Safe.

I also felt like a Maharajah,

When I was a passenger in it,

Since it looked as if it belonged

On the streets of Delhi or Mumbai. 

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From way up here,

In my room at the top of the house,

Cloud and fog

Often bank below me,

But I still have a view,

And what a view!

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Photo: Isla Ness

A flag,

Potent symbol of a nation,

A link to the 18th and 19th centuries,

And the Ottoman Empire.

Red, to represent war and the survival of it,

A white crescent moon and a star,

Symbolising Osman I’s dream

Of a moon rising from the breast of a judge,

Whose daughter he wanted to marry.

When full, the moon descended into

Osman’s own chest,

A tree grew from his loins,

Lush, strong,

That covered the entire world,

And the world flourished in its shadow.

A red flag,

With a whIte crescent moon and a star,

Banner of the Ottoman Empire,

National flag of Turkey.

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A forest in the snow.

All in sight is vertical.

Black on white,

White on black.

With a low sun

Throwing vertical washes

Of colour,

Through the trees,

Highlighted

By the shadows. 

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The giant huntsman

Of Greek mythology.

Orion could walk on the waves

Because of his father, Poseidon. 

Killed by a scorpion,

The goddesses asked Zeus

To place him in the heavens.

So here he is,

Orion.

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Picture courtesy of NASA

The Cathedral

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Tightly furled,

Perfect package,

Like old-fashioned confectionery,

Hand-made rock, perhaps?

Cherry blossom,

And someone ready to taste!

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