Margery Rehman Poems
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.
I'd close my eyes but all that came
Were disjointed images.
A leg, an arm, an ear, an eye,
As if some piece of surreal art had come alive
That displayed limbs, individualised
Dancing in space.
The scar on your forehead came
But not your face,
Which melted into some crazy, cubist piece.
Months passed, one was busy, one stayed sane,
Filled in the blanks as best one could
Did different things, dealt with the ...
The hoopoe never came this year.
Instead, kites have spread
Out from the inner city
And hover overhead
Waiting to pounce and feed
On some small creature,
Frightening even the crows.