Storytelling Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Storytelling

Miss old and ancient days
With the fat in bowl, burned
To give light like candle…

We, the kids, sat around
Like the beads or marbles
Our eyes on the elders…

Hungry and eager,
Lent ears and listened.

Every word that they said
Would leave mark on brain.

Best of nights was Yalda
The winters' longest one.

In middle was Korsi,
Mattresses around it,
And on top a large dish
With fruits, roasted seeds.

Then, the nights were alight
With games and stories.

What the hell is life now:
"Distance and mask are must! "

God, please, if you are,
Remove this ugly wall
That exists among us…

Innocent children,
Brothers and sisters
Never be discouraged
With the words of devil.

Yalda is best timer
To speak with farmers:
"Spring is near,
Soon after comes summer."