Tepotzlan Market

When we travel I bring back a suitcase full of memories and a camera full of colour. I get glimpses of another culture, another way of doing life, of being, and that is all good …


TEPOTZLAN MARKET                                                  IMG_2935 fish stall

meat, oiled by sunlight
haggled by women

men staple leather
while gutted fish offend tourists

bark carved into castles
beside hand-picked spices

hats racked for workers
rejected by visitors as not exotic

I barter for four sunlit shirts
one is white with startled yellow birds

flying from its shoulders                                                      IMG_3201 crabs
into the blue Mexican sky

held by my camera
in a forever of coloured squares


first published in Quills


summerfathercoverA Summer Father … terse, imagistic lines; … It’s not nostalgia that we experience but quiet, poignant grief. Richard Stevenson

About Joanna M. Weston

Born in England, she lives in British Columbia. She is married with three sons, Joanna has an MA from the University of British Columbia. She has published in numerous anthologies and in magazines in Canada, the US, UK, and New Zealand, such as Canadian Women's Studies, Convolvus, Endless Mountains Review, Grain, Green's Magazine, Prairie Fire, Spin, Wascana Review, CBC Gallery, and many more...
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