intermittent rain patters across the canvas roofs of an outdoor market
turning the gay stripes into collecting pools and sending shadows
racing across the wooden boards of the stalls.
rare shafts of sunlight are caught and fractured by a stall selling stained and art deco glass until the sun is occluded by shadows once more,
leaving Saturday shoppers with the scent of hot chestnuts and wet cobblestones
and the cries of the man selling bananas ten for a pound
4 comments:
What a beautiful poem, perfect cadence for rain and a market. This is one of my favourite photos of yours, too.
Thank you. I find myself drawn to the market.
I find it amazing that there are outdoor markets at this time of year.
Here the roads are closed and police are begging motorists to just stay off of them. Winter warnings are in effect for 3 days and then a week of lower than normal temps for this time of the year.
Can you imagine an outdoor market here - now?
Um... probably not!
Here the market will be on every day until Christmas now, unless we have more than a couple of inches of snow.
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