A Poem
By Juwayriya Bemath
my dear, she was crystal
darling i daresay
she was molten glass —
trace down her skin and let us find her miles of secrets
come inside;
blood and sinew
red rivers of magic
bone, spark and betrayal
come inside;
there it is
the gleam of an ember
[ like a coin in a storm drain ]
come;
a clanging coin clink that
speaks/
words unsaid
a dark, menacing gutter that
reeks/
of
co;
distant cries of a girl
— torn —
by shards of depravity
— thrust —
out of earshot
you’re inside;
darling i daresay
a coin has two sides
battered, bruised, broken
raw, resilient, rampant
and they flail ever so wildly
fiery fingers shutting you away
now out comes a woman to say
never enter again.
