فليسقي الورود دماً”
“ويعلّقها لوحة
by May Al-Issa
Artwork ©Ayad Al-Husseini
And there it is
Hanging on a wall
Only canvas cracked in despair
In an empty scene
But there she was
Lady
lying like a crescent
tenderly blushing
In paradise lying
Flowers blossoming
With love rhythms singing her life
In a final touch
The groom stroke
Grazing her soul
Picked up her “flower”
Bleeding her into “paint”
Mocking her life
In a tableau
Between shadow and light
Tone disappeared
Murmuring her life in a hidden face
And the moon eclipsed
Cuddled the garden
Weeping unfrozen tears
Flaring “colourful pain”
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