The mistaken identity of the half-Turk for Ol' Khayyam, the Astronomer-Bard - revealed by noon - made things even more mysterious. Where could the Poet charged with RAPE be hiding? Can the wily Franquist woman ferret him out of the holy grounds?
The Ruba’iyat of Créteil Lake – Part Thirty
While the Mullah versed in the Hadith and fiqh harangued his flock
All over the milling crowds outside plastic cups did hands lock
By four even before the dazzling Cyclop-eye pierced the gloom
The mosque’s Administrator convened a crisis meeting ad hoc:
“Be it known from this hour forth no more couscous nor green tea
Will be served for our stocks – thanks to chefs – stand consumed empty
The hallal shelves at malls’ “Square-Oven” and “Prix-de-Chef” stores
Stand undermined transparent since noon this Faithfuls jamboree!”
The King of Morocco promised his palace tea consignments
The Begum Ali her weight in gold for present requirements
Local residents boiled water to brew other sachet scents
A steady stench rose like humus vapours for lack of toilet vents
Rowdy commotions outside drowned the holy deliberations
To bring the harrowed Mullah out on the Faithfuls’ positions:
Braying half-Turk clad in jellaba borne over heads by hands
Wan Quixotic head with beard wobbling through elucubrations:
“Set not this Tent-Maker Miscreant on consecrated land
Let drop this putrid loin of meat on tarmac or public sand!”
“Sire!” quoth the Administrator, “This be no Tent-Maker’s son!
Forsooth, he’s of no other than the Tent-Vendor’s vagrant band!”
Hello Ron ! You are very probably the only one so far to understand or follow the sequence (which I like to think of as an "epic": makes me feel more important, I guess). Most just give up, for there are quite a few words, lines, and quotations which call for explications, but that would be spoon-feeding on my part, and I don't much like that kind of role. In any case, I don't think I'd post more than the next six installments, for things border on the polemical from then on. Up to now, the satirical elements and the humour I like to think do buoy the work on at a tolerable level, but then, there's a limit to sensibilities and some might not take kindly to the drama which puts to the test their ethnies, their communities, their faiths, and their national pride, etc. Thanks a great deal for your kind responses and generous comments. Every good wish.
I really love the drama created in this epic poem. And lines like, "A steady stench rose like humus vapours for lack of toilet vents," keep the narrative moving along interestingly. ;-)
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