Sunday, January 3, 2016

A Poem by Sheikha A.


Another day of captivity
as light takes over darkness,
a shrewd sun taunts the day
unfurling with leisure,
somnambulating languorously
around a thinning moon;

the day is a different blush,
there is a hint of sapphire
in the amber-red, coiled
onto a night that wasn't
meant to end;

the air lingers too, in serenade,
while the sun wills the moon
to fade out, in postulant peace
without casualty.

Another day of calamity,
the light has de-hued the night,
ushering birds out of their nests
to seek their grain;

they may travel far on wings
navigated by wakefulness,
but in their hearts, the moon
keeps a fire alight
where the sapphire burns
its pyre of memories--
a blue smoke
of unmelodic melancholy.

Sheikha A. hails from Pakistan and United Arab Emirates and is the author of a short poetry collection titled Spaced (Hammer and Anvil Books, 2013) available on kindle.  Her work appears in over 40 literary magazines such as Red Fez, The Muse, Ygdrasil, A New Ulster, Pyrokinection, Mad Swirl, ken*again to name a few and several anthologies as well.  She has work upcoming in The Stray Branch.

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