Freedom In A Thin Black Line - Poem by Keith Johnson
FOR ASHRAF FAYADH: انتهى الدرس الأول.
Strange how a single black line can offend
Much more than the lips it frames
Nuzzle there the scent of freedom
That outlasts a cry or a kiss
Musky, whiskery – full of promise
And if it gets up your nose
Take another sniff.
[On reading the Poem ‘Frida Kahlo’s Mustache’ by the imprisoned Saudi Arabian poet Ashraf Fayadh]
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