From my friend, Mike Steeden. Read more at mikesteeden.wordpress.com.

Cairo smelt of sweet dates, sweat, camels dung, hashish and tangible fear
white noise barter and banter in the bazaars irked her more than a little
also, she noticed that the wily toffs, those gaudy suited moneyed ones
donned the reddest fezzes, wore ‘hammer and sickle’ fashioned cufflinks
bewildered she took the last ocean liner out of Alexandria
across The Med, home to timeworn England’s pastures green
within her productive invention, she saw
towering evergreens mask a nest of ferns
disguise an undergrowth of helpless combs
paint a permanent eventide, never to betray
a murder, self-destruction or a clandestine union
of thickest skinned untamed carefree true lovers
now safe and sound, the bespectacled librarian
read Shakespeare and counted pennies
she loathed bigots, arranged marriages and Chaucer
and, although her mousey disposition indicated otherwise
virginity was an irrelevant thing she could not claim
as her own, less spoken of, timid virtue
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Thanks young Leslie
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such a fascinating portrait. the last two lines are especially wonderful.
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Mike Steeden is something of a genius.
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