Hibah Shabkhez

Here - Poem by Hibah Shabkhez

Here we lay etched upon the grass
The sun rained down in broken rays
Seared to smudges, fried-onion brass
The colour that will haunt our days

Here we stood carved into a tree
Wobbly letters at the ends of a spear
Driven through a heart doomed to be
The lodestone of every shattered tear

Here we sailed forth in a cockel-shell
Round the world, round and back again
Here the ocean sounded its old knell
Whirled us back into the old pain

Topic(s) of this poem: memory

Comments about Here by Hibah Shabkhez

  • (5/16/2015 8:06:00 AM)

    Finely written quartets. Thanks for sharing. (Report) Reply

    Hibah Shabkhez (5/16/2015 10:05:00 AM)


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, May 16, 2015

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