Ifrit Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Ifrit

Uglier than her I
-could never find or see
- "Far better…"
-heard some say:
- "…is monkey."

Her hair is pitch black
-greasy and oily, bitumen
-long and soft and hanging
-though behind, to her knee

When she walks
-comes to mind Halloween
-around us ghosts running, floating!

In a way, an expert, a very great thief
-she removes light of day and steals
-the day sun off sky, replaces
-with darkness, elixir

Her hair and her skin cause fear
-her whispers sweet-soft, do stir
-every cell of blood abruptly
-to kill nerves, and normal breathing!

Statue one becomes, frozen; observing!

Uglier than her, sure could not be
-but in her, lie love and beauty.

Her whispers hypnotise
-miracle she is as
-good artist!