Widad Wivelle Poems

They have built, in the ether of Snap,
a clandestine colonnade—
a phosphorescent forum where their laughter crackles
like auroras in midnight glass.
...

In this cloistered hush where my exile festers,
their colloquies glimmer like auroral phantasmagorias,
a cabalistic firmament where my star is absconded.
I am marooned in the interstice,
...

On the tertian dawn, my corpus fell into languor,
smote by a morbid enchantment distilled
from the venom of conceal'd betrayals.
The air itself became miasmatic,
...