This Tiflis, this Thilisi; this warm place.
Where to Tamar once the farmers gave their grain
Where Jason, seeking a golden fleece, a wife did gain
Where the sacred fires of Zarathustra burned
And initiates of the celestial Mithras turned
Where Early Christians planted a wide-armed cross
And later Moslem faith became the political boss
Where armies entered from each cardinal base
sat awhile, and left this Silk Roadsβ meeting place;
This is Tiflis, this is Thilisi; this is the warm place.
Written for What Pegman Saw
Wordcount: 82
[The place-name means warm place]
OMG! You outdid even your self on this one Crispina! Absolutely marvelous!
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I bow beneath your praises. I just … it’s history; know what I mean. It reels me in like a trout who can’t resist the angler’s bait
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Very cool. One of the things I like best about this prompt is how it shows us new places.
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I liked the church (cathedral, sorry) And I had intended to do something on symmetry. But the history hooked me.
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I’m with Violet. This was outstanding.
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I thank you, Dale. Don’t know what to say, expect for a repeat of how I answered Violet. It’s the history. It gets me. π
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It’s your best genre, methinks
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I think you could be right!
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‘Course I am…πππ
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