Cemetery Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Cemetery

In times I take a while
I sit me in a room
In a park, in a car
Or visit cemetery

In front a mirror with
Pictures and posters
Of deserts
Of oceans
Of cities
And mountains

They are large
Extended far beyond the frame
Skipped parts are outside
Out of sight but in mind

The unseen, off frame
Draw lines of questions
Made of dots in racing

The pictures red, silver reflecting
Mirror now is surface of a lake
Either Moon or the Sun,
Colourful night, dawn, dusk

I can see planets secretly
Coming low as do thieves to steal
Sweet kiss off wet lips of water
She, silent, and shy; is drowsy
Princess in waiting


Love shivers off water in fever
Race comments and questions:
-'Sun is dad, Moon, mother
-you have genes from them…
-who takes to carry your DNA? "

Mesmerised and dizzy,
I become princess in waiting
-half awake, half asleep