Father and son on the beach
The fortress wall looms large
Fridge Magnet Poem, Essaouira
He told her about the wild dogs
that howl all night in the Himalayas
while they were in Essaouira,
(Mogador, the ships once knew it by).
They sat in wicker chairs with white
cushions on the bastioned wall.
There were gulls, tables of people
eating fish in the Lilliputian harbour, St Pierre,
she could smell the sardines.
Daphne Manners. She felt like Daphne
Manners without her spectacles.
Pale white girl, blinking in the sun,
in a land of dark skinned men
and the kohl-rimmed lids
of the Sheherezades.