NaPoWriMo April 2014

Here's a poem for today, but written yesterday. It's about a little shop in Jaipur which we visited in January, next to the Royal Palace. There we encountered the most enthusiastic salesmen in India (and that's saying a lot!) Overcome with sensory overload, having been shown almost every piece of fabric in the tiny shop (named as the title of this poem shows) we left with an armful of lovely things and a lighter wallet (but not too much lighter in sterling terms)

Monday
7th April

The Big Little Shop, Jaipur

Bringceruleancrimsontopazrecklesslystrewrainbowveils stippledwithrosypomegranateseedsmuslinsstainedwith tangerinegold-dippedwithIndiansunsandelephantsandcamels andtigersstripedwithbarsstencilledlikejunglepathsanemerald sariofdragon-flywingsshirtsforrajasembroideredmirroredsilks figuredwithrubylapisandturquoisetodazzleourjadedeyes.

Let the breeze come through the open door 

stir bright webs spun against the sky

let us sit and drink our chai

in the Big Little Shop, Jaipur.