Fes to Casablanca

Rosie Anderson

Rolling green landscape, like home with palm trees,
and everyone walking, walking, walking.

Quiet roads, Sitti Kazem, market day in the rain,
hibiscus flowers, bright and pretty
in the dull greyness.
Horses and carriages but no tourists at all.
Weeds on the crumbling platform and a huge digital sign.

Tents jostling by the railway line and
dark clouds lingering over the poorest parts of town.
Now a vast, vast plane and rain pours down
on the window.
Plastic sheets flapping on rooftops
cluttered with satellite dishes and TV aerials.

Sidi Yalniya, stagnant water strewn with rubbish.
Men building streets with kerbs in the middle of nowhere,
like the Lego base we had as children.

Hot sunshine outside but ferocious air-conditioning inside.
Washing dancing on makeshift lines
and everyone walking, walking, walking.

One man, four cows.
One man, one cow.
One man, few goats.

Woman in black headscarf with pink sparkly baseball cap on top,
carrying a baby at Kenitra Medina.
Baby crying, people running- Wait!
She is still standing there as our train pulls away,
silver plastic shoes on polished, green tiles.



Rosie Anderson

Rosie Anderson lives in the Tyne Valley. She recently retired from teaching and is trying to dedicate more of her time to writing and other creative activities. She has always been a keen writer of music and songs, but after being mentored by Andrew McMillan on the P.Cert. Poetry course at Northumbria University, she was inspired to concentrate on poetry and prose.

She has presented her poetry and stories at Remembering Al Mutanabbi, The Stanza, Telling Tales, Black Light Engine Room and Newcastle Literary Salon.

Rosie lived in the Middle East for ten years, where she travelled widely and worked as a teacher, journalist and radio broadcaster. She particularly enjoys writing about her travels and the people she met along the way.

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Fes to Casablanca © 2012 Rosie Anderson: used with permission.
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