Sunday, December 13, 2015



A mother tells  her daughter,

before you're slayed,

weave your story

on a loom of phrase.


No more than a hundred

and forty characters.

Let some words weep,

others scream and the last

beg or pray.


Our ancestress

naked with black hair


along her spine and neck


had a full night 

to spin her song, to keep

the sultan from his sword.


You may have

only hours, minutes --

the dungeon window

framing  your face.


Its hash tag

followed by a crescent moon

and stars.
The beautiful artwork is from illustrations of The Arabian Nights by artist, Kay Neilsen.

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