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Frailty of Love in the World of Nasturtiums

~ marsh water, brine, poison, rain~

I watched pain

As it made

Crystals in my eyes;

As it grew, saw it

Melt to form sweat on

The cheek of my heart,

And like a nasturtium leaf

In the rain,

Did not know I would

Feel it, till its weight

Was upon me.

Pain rolled in brilliant drops

Down veins and capillaries

Gathering strength, became

Candescent creme de menthe,

Overflowed pliant spillways;

And I was the sunset flower,

Immaculacy of saffron

Tight upon flared lips

Under a green parasol’s

Shadow, and I drank what poured

Into my mouth, as what

Grows under the sun will

Drink whatever comes their way

In the leanest of lean seasons —

Marsh water, brine, poison, rain.

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Yes — You loved me.

You loved me with ignescent passion.

Yes — You loved me,

Free from fear of folly’s transactions

Yes — You loved

Yes — But

Yes.

…And yet

Had you come to me

And cried “I am an orchardman

But have no trees!”

I would have said,

“Take all of mine

But a few, so that I might

Build a boat of rosewood

When our voyage takes us

Beyond life, where

There is no road but an ocean

Of constellations,

An arena for Draco,

Aquila the eagle…

A sapphire chamois bivouac.

On it a solitary silver sequin,

The moon, moving

In a sky made of

Velvet petals loosened

From a dark iris, and

Clouds with burning edges

Scattered on transcendence.

Where there are no roads, only

A foundry ringing with reincarnated stars…”

But

I did not know…

I did not know you were

The immaterial stalk

Full of corrupt sap,

Of a weed that clings

To frailty at water’s edge and

Leaches many journeys —

I did not know,

In a tumultuous celebration

Jubilant at its

Unprecedented journey,

I was that unnavigable

Deluge that a riverbank

Held with bruised arms.

The knowledge

Of what you did not know

Becomes the baptism that stills

The heart of betrayed blood.

Farida Haque

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Multimedia artist, writer, poet. ‘Celebrating other lives, I am a sparrow in the shadow of a rosebush...’ faridahaque@gmail.com

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