Evening in the Square – a poem

Evening in the Square


Dressed in their finery

The locals wander

With the tourists

Among the snake baiters,

Strange geezers,

Monkey jailers,

Story tellers,

Fortune seers,

Fire breathers,

Lizard teasers,

Water pourers,

Belly dancers,


Orange squeezers,


Music makers,

Pot sellers,

Olive vendors,

Store minders,

Garment merchandisers,

Horse riders,

Ostrich pleasers,

Coffee splashes,


Sweetmeat hawkers,

Amid the clamour,

The din,

Stinking dustbins,

Watch peddlers,

Fly infested nougat meddlers,

Cake dispensers,

Tourist tat,

And gaudy crap.

All vying for attention,

All fighting for a dollar,

All struggling in the squalor

Of the market square.


Opher 20.3.2019


In the evening the square came to life as the locals, all dressed up in their finery drifted around mingling with the tourists.

I wondered what the locals made of it all?

Did they find it amusing that all these people came from afar to boggle at the spectacle?

It seemed that everything was aimed at the foreigners.

I did not like to see animals being abused this way. Who was perpetuating this?

But the square was obviously the focus of social interaction. The locals came out to meet up. After prayers and meals they dressed up and met up.


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