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  November 2015
volume 12 number 2
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  Robin Wyatt Dunn
  Amitabh Vikram Dwivedi
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  Emma Lee
  Ron Lucas
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Sheikha A.
November 2015
   

 

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photo by françois biajoux

    Sheikha A. hails from Pakistan and United Arab Emirates. With over 40 publications in various print/online publications such as Red Fez, Ygdrasil, A New Ulster, The Penmen Review, Pyrokinection, Mad Swirl to name a few, and anthologies by Silver Birch Press, she has also authored a short poetry collection titled Spaced (Hammer and Anvil Books) available on Kindle. She edits poetry for eFiction India.

   

 

Understanding Alchemy

Coelho talks about "alchemy"
and how the universe holds
a language without words;
in my mind the words swivel
but my gaze is fixed upon a tree
by my window, growing its length
like an impatient toddler -
its twigs have formed
and leaves just about sprouting -
like teeth and hair;

the moon blanches over
the fragile stump, and the twigs turn
silver - a quick processed aging -
its leaves droop to the call of the breeze
and I look up to the sky
for language.

Just this morning,
the tree ravished the wind's
playful gestures; now by moonrise,
its life has alchemized.

I watch the silvering by night
as I ponder upon language
and the omens I failed to read
that may have let my flesh survive
a few centuries longer.

The tree has grown its course,

unlike my mind
that hasn't stopped reading.

copyright 2015 Sheikha A.