Friday, April 29, 2016

A Poem by Ilhem Issaoui


Sea waves dashing on the shore restless
Like a moribund clinging tenaciously to a gleam of life
Hence was me in few words
Known to everyone as loyal, as unwearied, as the face of beaming glee
But no one knows of the thoughts and memories
Still haunting each and every corner of the cadaverous heart
Aching, wailing, tearing
O come, come hither
And transfer to me some of your spring
The shabby door of my heart still ajar
Fear not its stridulation

Ilhem Issaoui is a 23 year old Tunisian translator and poetry and short story writer.  Some of her poems and short stories have appeared both online and in print in magazines including Three Line Poetry, Salis Online Magazine, Mind Magazine, Mad Swirl Magazine, Jaffatelaglam, Danse Macabre, and others.  She is also the author of a collection of poems entitled, Fragments of a Wounded Soul.