Margery Rehman

Rookie (Glasgow, Scotland but living in Karachi, Pakistan.)

Margery Rehman Poems

1. The Mound -Charsadda. 5/20/2007
2. For N.K 7/29/2007
3. Annency-A Tanka 7/29/2007
4. Bikers. 4/21/2008
5. Hecuba.(Scene After Benazir's Funeral 4/21/2008
6. Ashura Procession Of Mourning. 5/20/2007
7. Mystic Music.-Written After Attending A Concert Of Sufi Music 7/29/2007
8. Paul Tortelier In Recital. 4/28/2007
9. Pilgrimage To Flanders Field-10th November 1998. 4/28/2007
10. Burj-Dubai. 4/21/2008
11. Memories Of The Waltz. 7/29/2007
12. In The Park In Winter. 7/29/2007
13. Changing Times. 5/20/2007
14. Flashes Of Childhood 4; The Village, Longrigend. 3/17/2007
15. Evening Tea-Dance By The Seine. 4/21/2008
16. Homage To Fluff-A Hopefully Humorous Poem. 3/17/2007
17. The Land Of Faery. 12/31/2006
18. The Would Be Poet's Lament. 12/31/2006
19. Flashes Of Childhood 3-The Bombsite. 3/4/2007
20. Far Away And Elsewhere.-A Poem For A Child. 10/7/2007
21. Waiting. 10/7/2007
22. Carnival Evening (Painting By Henri 'Duanier' Rousseau. 2/11/2007
23. Cartwheels. 7/29/2007
24. For Naomi. 7/29/2007
25. Landscape Inspired By Sibelius First Symphony. 10/7/2007
26. Flashes From Childhood 2.; The Lamplighter (Leerie In Scots) 2/23/2007
27. Good Poetry; To A Friend Who Has Views On What Constitutes Good Poetry. 4/28/2007
28. 12th May 2007.Karachi. 5/20/2007
29. Flashes From Childhood 1. The Clydesdales. 2/23/2007
30. Sunset In Muscat. 2/11/2007
31. By The River In Summer Long Ago. 7/29/2007
32. How Many Miles To Babylon. 3/4/2007
33. Clytemnestra. 2/11/2007
34. Getting Reconnected. 2/11/2007
Best Poem of Margery Rehman

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.
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 ...

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Changing Times.

The hoopoe never came this year.
Instead, kites have spread
Out from the inner city
And hover overhead
Slowly circling,
Waiting to pounce and feed
On some small creature,
Frightening even the crows.

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