I have often thought that many place names are in themselves a form of poetry, or are poetic in some way- think Zanzibar, Guadalajara, Taj Mahal, the Moluccas, the Himalaya, Madagascar (is it just coincidence that these all contain the letter ‘a’?). Of course, it is all a matter of opinion; beauty is in the eye of the beholder, poetry in the ear of the listener.
For me the river Guadalquivir (stress on the first and last syllables, and the Spanish ‘v’ sounding more like a ‘b’) has poetry in its name. A major river of Spain, flowing through Cordoba and Seville, I visited it recently in the latter city, and wrote this simple piece in celebration of it.
Rowers on the river,
Warm breeze off the river,
Low sun across the river,
Life flows down the river,
© David Urwin Seville October 2015