Sakina Qazi, Author at The Hyacinth Review

Meena

Sakina Qazi — Wed, 19 Apr 2023 03:00:00 +0000

originally published in Wilder Things Magazine One more vermilion rose From the blossom seller, the painter buys. ‘Upon Meena’s sweet palm, I will lay this petaled seraph, This martyred thing of scarlet. What sublime gifts you give, Good vendor! Through me to Meena, Blessed love of mine, when she comes.’ And thus the painter…

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Days Pass As Spring Blooms

Sakina Qazi — Mon, 03 Apr 2023 03:00:00 +0000

originally published in Morning Fruit Magazine I. beside the blackberry bush below a soft film of dusk as the thrush whistles, we sit to wash our wounds. II. each star is unpinned and the fledgling dawn ascends, as we shed the gauze and once more put bleeding foot after bleeding foot on the dandelion trails.…

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Dawn

Sakina Qazi — Mon, 23 Jan 2023 04:00:00 +0000

Defer not limply to these wrappings, heart, As here you loiter in the curdled dark. The freshly strewn light has withdrawn in part But with the morning ballad of the lark It shall revive and with its poultice press Upon the young day in merciful haste. On midnight’s naked pleats, the wintercress Abided sunrise. Now,…

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Burial Waters

Sakina Qazi — Fri, 25 Nov 2022 04:00:00 +0000

Burial Waters was originally published in Nymphs Literary Journal two bodies in the river hyacinth cradle for child rose mallow veil for mother executioners, look to the water’s vigil for beaten creatures watch the river weep in this gorge of fools see its mourning flood carry maid and babe to the gentle meads

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The Crane

Sakina Qazi — Fri, 30 Sep 2022 03:00:00 +0000

The Crane was originally published in Neologism Poetry Journal In the melting light a crane I have seen. Just a limber, milken wraith Proclaims all chiding sense, For upon this weary lane No sacred feather does fall. But still across the languid pond, From eyes set in snowy cream Glides sweet and mute a call.…

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