A Last Eclipse
July 26, 2018 eclipse in Kabul
Early risers fell asleep faster, at midnight that's when the
Crimson-celestial silvered moon dressed in blood arrived above the
Lands of mines and bombs, soaring over the tombs of unnamed bodies.
I couldn't unsee what I saw amidst the brightest stars in the holy space,
Pre-COVID, before the Fall, neither in sheer beauty nor in the ugly hearts,
Silently the moon danced with blood-stained eyes, and it saw us seeing an
Eclipse phase for humans on Earth, total veiling in darkness for itself.
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Parwana Fayyaz
I am an Afghan writer. Forty Names, my first collection of poetry, was published in 2021 and named a New Statesman Book of the Year and a White Review Book of the Year. I also translate both poetry and fiction from Persian into English.
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Comments (3)
It is brilliant!
Whoaaaa, this was so deep. Loved your Acrostic!
Fantastic! Great acrostic!