NIGHTS by Hafsa Mumtaz
Calligraphic Art by Sarah Mumtazcharcoal lips of the clouds bleed into
a Pearlescent round drop of night's eye
my clavicles shine like wands of ice
Luna touches my hair with her
ghost-white fingers of fog
the lump of obesity under my chin
eclipses slightly my neck
the cymbals of my heart bang
with the rhythm of the psithurism
of my wet lashes
flashbacks are clouds of evanescence
on the sky's palm shelve Zeus's soul
glistering like my memories,
flashing like anglerfish's esca,
glistening like my moist corneas
wizards of stellar glitter dance their
fingers around the orbuculums
studded to my ears, ambling in the sky,
and gleaming in my eyes
your face ivory blue wafts across
my fingertips
your eyelids ornate with coins
your forehead like a sunset sky
my lips land across its horizon
as I bid you a final farewell
your abode now has a face of its own
standing tall your name looks me in the eye
like a white sea with black sails
like a foggy sky with eagle's orbs
like your heart telling me you're still here
now the stars sit numb, apart, alone
now the grey slush doesn't scud into
gyres, notches, coils, arcs of
'Mohammed' in Arabic like
you'd point at beaming,
we'd share a smile, indeed you
returned to Allah.
indeed, I spend my solitude in
the catacombs of vacuum now.
Hafsa Mumtaz, aged 23, is a Pakistan-based emerging poet and writer. She earned her bachelor's in English Language and Literature. Her poetry plays with the concrete. Her works have appeared in Visual Verse, The Rising Phoenix Review, Women’s Spiritual Poetry, The New Verse News, Poetry Potion, Autumn Sky Poetry Daily, Terror House Magazine, Ravi Magazine, The Sandy River Review, Couplet Poetry, and Corvus Review.