Ghazal
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Sliver of the icicle from a clogged gutter in April, wind like a spray // of water, biting raw our cheeks and hands held to pray. A rolling over in my belly, again. You awaken like spring // should be. Up with the hyacinths and daffodils opening petals to pray. Sticky fingers in my hair,…
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The ghazal! An Arabic poetic form originating from the 7th century that relies on repetition and lingers between the pain of loss and the beauty of love despite the loss. It’s absolutely gorgeous, but incredibly difficult to pull off in English. ghazals must have at least five rhyming couplets or bayts and can have as…
