Trying to capture a slice
of those narrow streets in Cordoba
the ones with the terra cotta geraniums
climbing the white washed walls
and potted balconies leaning drunkenly
towards each other
in a labyrinth that used to be the Jewish Quarter
you jostle with like-intentioned devotees
whose cameras and i-phones are shuttering,
some on selfie sticks, others on stretched forearms,
and what you get are truncated heads, armpits and shoulders
dissecting the streetscape-
unless you tilt your lens upwards
above the arches and columns
towards the tower of the cathedral
that has tolled out the spirit of co-existence
and tolled in the Spanish Inquisition
splicing and dicing its way through history.
Maybe you could include those severed body parts after all...
Copyright 2025 Cathy Leonard
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