My love flew out of the window
like the green-feathered bird I had held
so lovingly close to my adolescent breast
who escaped one day from its golden cage,
pining for everlasting freedom
in the vast, azure skies of my youth.
I was forgiving then but now,
consumed by the last bitter flames
of a fire raging long in my heart,
this final betrayal-
so shocking in its reverberations-
I cannot bring myself to condone.
Memories of intimacy clutter
my mind I beg the moon
for deliverance, over and over again.
Zaina Anwar 2010
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8 comments:
beautiful--
the image of the green bird is so vivid, and the last line is really perfect...
Thanks, Zoe. Haven't heard from you in a while, lots of love to you.
This poem had a great flow and also full of colour.
Thank you, Gordon.
"So shocking in its reverberations,"
Bliss, honey. Bliss.
The poem is really vivid and sadness of it is heart-wrenching. Loved it, Zaina.
Madison, D2, thank you so much for reading this..
it usually takes many moons for sadness to pass...but it does pass...nice write..bkm
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