Mast Poem by Nassy Fesharaki
Mast
Mast
Like the bubbles, trapped under large stone
In the spring in Hana, must
Struggle with the cold of the mountains and
The hand of the young who
Wants to show off, to friends: “I can lift it.”
Water is pristine, it is cold.
I am the lava of a volcano, at skirt of Mast
A mountain; that drunkest.
Saturday, June 20, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: romance
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Hana is a summer camp near my birth-place and Mast is the name of a mountain nearby; it means drunk.
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