Jack Growden

(1997 / Townsville, Australia)

Brelles


There is a city where all man’s dreams take shape,
And this city is known as Brelles.
A wonderful mirage set on Arabian sands,
Quite the opposite of fiery hell.

It is a place where all of fortune gathers;
Where history never repeats.
Where splendid mansions boasting diamond windows
Line the marble streets.

Such terraces evolve into broad boulevards
That peacocks traipse over at night.
Whose glamorous feathers flicker and jive,
Beneath a gleaming lunar light.

Vivacious Bengal tigers prowl every lane,
Beside ladies selling sugars and spice.
For this town is one of far too few
Where “good enough” does not suffice.

So please do not hesitate in the slightest
To begin the search for where we dwell.
For fortune favours those who are bold
And seek their destiny here in Brelles…

Submitted: Saturday, July 27, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, October 23, 2013

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Copyright Jack Growden (2013) . A random piece about the fantasy place of a man's dreams. Please rate and comment your thoughts!

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  • Jack Growden (7/27/2013 6:57:00 AM)

    Haha perhaps a different kind of sugar and spice than I was referring to in this piece. :) Thanks for commenting, it is appreciated. Feel free to keep reading my collection. Thanks, Jack (Report) Reply

  • David Wood (7/27/2013 6:53:00 AM)

    Everywhere there are ladies selling sugar & spice even here in Swansea. A good poem. (Report) Reply

  • Elena Sandu (7/27/2013 6:40:00 AM)

    Hahaha such is the punch for reading in a hurry. I haven't read the note and found myself searching for the awesome city. Wanted to find out why and how history never repeats. I have also read the french version but even with my poor knowledge of the beautiful tongue, the same question came along. Haha gave up searching and lucky came to read again. Now I understand yes. A fantasy place, yes creativity makes sense. Thank you for share, good poem! (Report) Reply

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