Ahmad Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Ahmad

Ahmad is the young lad
He enters pens in hand
All striped, black-white

Ahmad was an expert, miracle
He made shapes out of shades
Danced on walls dogs and cats
People talked, camels walked
On the wall, screen from lamp

Master of stories said of pens:
"Look, hedgehogs threw back
I threw the stones, then stood
Watched spikes were arrows"

An inkpot, pen-spikes and he wrote
Mostly green was the ink in the pot
His face with, memories are remote.