Skyscape Poem by fraidoon warasta

at dusk, it kicked off

fisting in the fat face of sky,
rumbling, roaring, raging, grumbling, lashing

it has rolled up its sleeves
arms akimbo
to show who is boss here

some roofs will fly ten miles upward

pity for uprooted trees,
sadness for the broken winged pigeon,
oh no! for the flowery skirts of marketplace ladies,
… for the flimsy parasols,
… flapping tents of refugees
standing in rainwater,
its speed will transfer
a child's cry nine light years, unheard

it has kicked off,
it'll even erase the zebra's stripes,
it'll brush away the flowers of restaurants plates,
it'll squeeze the sap of the bare trees,
punching the blushing and vulnerable face of city,

it has kicked off,
galloping, lashing, piercing

as if the sky's banner is about to be
ripped apart

it's pouring, pouring
all night,
it's pouring, weeping, pouring
even the full moon is washed away


the bison of night
quite calm, grazing
in the prairie of sky
the belly of earth full
to the brim
sky, empty, composed and content
for now

aftermath
profitable
damages

who can muzzle the storm?
tomorrow it's likely there'll be
another collision
clouds, colours, mountains,
mires, my words


fraidoon warasta
28 february 2020
amsterdam