The beauty of a woman must be seen from in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides. -- Audrey Hepburn


– By Saaro Umar| October 7, 2016


it took a cutting of my skin by a mouthful of teeth–


from two places    [it came]

fixed     margin by margin;    

hold cities under breast


neither could swallow



like the daffodils;         rising their heads in late winter   

bursts with colour when they grow tired &


                                      hungry for something simpler-


a hum that sings    from nowhere

the heavens between     two mountains

a wave brushing sand;          dancing to something forgotten

the thing between two shades of blue on the vista



             i was

i reeked of grief & my mothers incense

a bag of bones painted over fleshy pink


they collected me with bits of burnt paper

a gun;       an eye gold-plated that looked upwards

a flag i would use to rest my head in prayer


the story in my voice said:       a well that is never emptied


                                          you are-


like    wood rubbing wood;      fruit under pulse;     

charcoal film in the eyes of god following

a trail honeyed by sweet


Saaro Umar is a writer and poet. Her work has been published in Australian Poetry, and she was selected to participate in the 2016 ToolKits program for emerging poets. You can find her at @saaroumarr


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