Dreams of Montazah.
He dreams of Montazah
the palace within his mind,
as he is quietly resting,
I know he goes back in time.
This splendid ‘Salam-lek’ palace
built high on hills above
this turquoise studded jewel,
secluded bay, entwined with doves.
Amid the palms, stands clearly
this monument of love,
this monument of love,
built from finest ‘red bricks’,
a blessing from above.
Smooth and graceful standing proud,
with white ‘najoods’ and sea around,
he would walk in verdant grounds,
in peaceful harmony, no sound.
The quiet of these gardens
lush all, 370 fed-dans,
would take his heart in a myriad walk,
his bare feet, on fine white sand.
He dreams of ‘Montazah’, the palace,
always within his mind,
this paradise inn of time,
he enters gates that keep the crowds at bay,
which for him are opened, every single day.
And when he’s tired of strolling,
I know just where he’ll go
he’ll leave gazelles and rock gardens
and the flowers, he loves so,
he’ll step across the water
to the island of all time
where classical statues never alter,
in plethora, there to stand.
And here he’ll fish or flirt !
or swim, in sunlit sheltered bays
and for a little while,
he remember all those days.
Montazah keeps him peaceful
I see that smile again, and when
he sleeps tomorrow,
he’ll go right back again.
@ Copyright 2007 -Hamada used to walk in these Gardens as a child.
N.B.’Feddan’ is a measurement of land.
‘Najood’ is a sand dune, it is also a girls name.
It makes me want to walk in the gardens of Montazah thank you so much for a breathtaking poem.
jeananne.
I too love this poem.
philippe Deity
Thank you very much for your good comments
WoW , What a great poem , you mixed the Montazah palace and gardens with your feelings and create a new picture for the Monatazah , when i read your poem i wish that the real montazah is with such pretty as your pictured it , the gardens, the Salam lek , the Harmlek ( another small palce ) . I remmbered we used to go to the Motazah at night and listen to the most famous bands at that time , the black coats and les petites chats and dance till early hours of the mornings .
thank you for this great poem that makes me remmber all , and its very real to dream of Monatazah , if u just visit it once
Thank you for your extremely nice comments and for your memories of ‘Montazah’ I too know it has changed now – but dreams are dreams.
I think this might be my favourite so far…
I am so glad you like this one Matt – but don’t choose yet – there are so many more to come.
A great poem with great feelings. Thank you for this
Very touching words. this poem makes me feel homesick.
Sarah Hetherington
Thank you for your comments Sarah,
I’m glad it brought you nearer to home.
Superb poem. Micheal Kinsley
Fabulous Poem and Writing – i want to go there Judy.
Thank you Judy for your kind comments
This poem brings vivid pictures and lovely memories of this elegant gentle and very charming Egyptian we know as your dear Hamada. I can clearly picture him in this lovely poem. Love Alfie
Thank you so much Alfie for your lovely words
A wonderful poem descriptions are very good – good luck to you both.
Clare Winter