Posts tagged ‘mosque’


Still Morning in Ioannina


The Pindos Mountains melt and fade

In morning haze across the lake.

On Ali Pasha’s flowered tomb

There lands a copper butterfly.


The crumbling stones which smell of sun

Are carved with verse from the Qur’an

And warm a lizard’s fretful skin.

It trembles as the air is still.


Before this rock became a Mosque,

Before this town became a town,

The mountains rose and shrank away,

The people came and built their graves.


The shadow of the minaret,

The silence of the fortress walls.