Blue hour, originally uploaded by Thorsten Becker.
Blue hour
Cold light streams in through stained glass windows.
The air is chilled, all is silent.
Take a deep breath.
The tables are set – anticipation.
In the west a fiery red sun begins to set
Warmth fills the chamber.
Doors open, a stream of spice laden air floods in,
It smells of cardamom, ginger and coriander.
Candles are lit.
Blue hour turns to orange hour.
Kettles are filled,
Fresh mint, hot water – a magical combination.
Won’t you stay a while, taste, smell, feel?
Listen
To the conversation of the senses
As they excitedly talk to each other
Upon a divan of delight.
© Thorsten Becker
Tags: Imagination, Inspirations, oriental, poetic, senses
Hi Thorsten,
this is phantastic!
I really could taste those spices and I loved that “divan of delight”
Esra :-)
Esra´s last blog post..Sultan´s Frosted Blue
Hi Esra! Thank you so much for the nice comment, I am happy to hear you like it. I wanted to write something that had that oriental flair, inspired by you and Petra.