Leila Samarrai


A Wandering Soul Poem - Poem by Leila Samarrai

A wassail around the grave
Of the Russian mystic
Lunacy crucified in his eye

I knit a wreath for the vixen
Who was suffocating next to the shaft,
Tearing the grid with her teeth,
Who was breaking the joists,
Eating sonnets,
She rode the Lion’s gate
In a dress with a décolletage
Cut with her sword and enflamed with her pyre

The heads of the five Mycenaean bulls.

My blindness,
Put me away into wilted flowers
So I repose there
Already my corpse reeks strongly
The one that never dies
Whose wounds were played in the darkness

While unease ripens in the fog
Lulled inside the years
A bloodied sun comes out in the west

Topic(s) of this poem: soul

Form: Lyric


Comments about A Wandering Soul Poem by Leila Samarrai

  • Dr.tony Brahmin (2/26/2016 12:15:00 PM)


    While unease ripens in the fog
    Lulled inside the years
    A bloodied sun comes out in the west.. scary images conveying.. composed well. thank you. tony
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  • Shakil Ahmed (11/19/2015 7:38:00 AM)


    While unease ripens in the fog
    Lulled inside the years
    A bloodied sun comes out in the west - beautiful ending, you have composed very well, thanks for sharing.
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Poem Submitted: Thursday, November 19, 2015



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