the twelfth

The streets of Shiraz


I walk through saffron scented streets

In search of kindred embrace,

But really in search of simple forgiveness

In hope of quelling amorous fancies, lofty,


But on as I walk

And see young people smiling

Amidst the cypress and oak trees too,

I revel in subdued joy as your reflection haunts


The glazed pond

Just below that lovers bridge,

Gilded in cooling tears, frigid

And entombed in ardor,


But time unconditional

Gives way to slow fading infatuation.

Reciprocal some say,

Never had but longed for,


Deep in gloamings whimsical

Where on I gave to you

Momentary respite from broken promises

And bitter men, ever manipulative,


But on as I walk

Through sensational streets

Where flowing robes and peppered aromas consume

All sense of wanderlust,


Is where I see crystal ending

Beyond safe options, fleeting and irrelevant,

For flower sellers look onto me no more,

And bright skies grow saturated


By my fragility

As on I walk with little thought

In search of your scent

No longer overwhelming,


Now merely consumed by arcane roads

Where traders, like lover’s past

No finality,

Somewhere amongst the clouded skies of Shiraz.


Anthony Salandy is a mixed-race poet & writer whose work tends to focus on social inequality throughout late-modern society. Anthony travels frequently and has spent most of his life in Kuwait jostling between the UK & America. Anthony's work has been published 98 times. Anthony has 1 published chapbook titled 'The Great Northern Journey'. Twitter/Instagram: @anthony64120  

© 2021 by Elizabeth Bates. Proudly created with

  • Twitter