Margery Rehman

Margery Rehman Poems

• Getting Reconnected.
  After you died I couldn't piece you together. It frightened me a bit. The more I longed for you The more fragmented you became.
• Clytemnestra.
  Restless, pacing panther-like, I prowl the palace Preparing for the gods to punish me, As is my fate.
• How Many Miles To Babylon.
  (The real nursery rhyme goes; How many miles to Babylon? Three score and ten. Can I get there by candlelight?
• By The River In Summer Long Ago.
  Hot, long lazy days Sun dazed dragonflies skimming Light filters through leaves We swim among the lilies
• Sunset In Muscat.
  The sun begins to set behind Burnt umber hills, Singeing them with fiery red, And spreads its light
• Flashes From Childhood 1. The Clydesdale...
  How we loved them. In an otherwise grey world These blinkered, patient creatures Gave us such delight as
• 12th May 2007.Karachi.
  Stuttering gunfire Bodies like rags lie in heaps On the burning road Blood dries out fast in the heat
• Good Poetry; To A Friend Who Has Views O...
  My thanks for being critical To pointing out how factual Too biographically actual Too formal, too literal
• Flashes From Childhood 2.; The Lamplight...
  Up on the hill In the posh areas Where the Victorian villas Were set back from tree lined roads,
• Landscape Inspired By Sibelius First Sym...
  In this lonely brooding place The old gods still have power, still reign. Here the rough-hewn hills around the lake Stand out like ramparts, built by them,
• For Naomi.
  Like brilliant diamonds in the skies Is the sparkle in Naomi's eyes Gleaming from beneath straight brows In a sculptured classic face that tries
• Cartwheels.
  Chiara Sophia comes through the door Does a cartwheel on the floor Over and over, upside down And downside up she turns around,
• Carnival Evening (Painting By Henri 'Dua...
  A sense of peace and balance. A pattern with a darkening sky. Three disconnected clouds fly by As if forgotten
• Flashes Of Childhood 3-The Bombsite.
  An open space, pitted with ditches, Jagged places, filled with debris. We were warned not to play there But what child could resist it?