Journey to the Silk People
Trading position number one had been reached,
Camels gradually slumped to the ground exhausted,
Traders waited as still as statues watching like hawks.
Ivory suppressed her sobbing in anticipation of being sold,
Gold reflected like a mirror with a slight tinge of yellow,
Childishly, silver sniggered as the sunlight’s beams bounced off
his reflective surface.
Gems squealed painfully as they switched hot hands,
Spices let out deafening screams as they were extracted,
Silently, fur shrugs wriggled in desperation to get back home.
Trading position number two in mind,
Camels strongly protested at progressing onwards,
Traders aspired to meet China, home to the silk people.
Mark
A nice story.
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