Graham Holliday
By
Mohammad Forouzani
A Short Night Story
The breast, worn out by the heart
The heart in conflict with the lungs
The moon covered by clouds
The gamblers played pitch-and-toss
The owl hooted in disgust
No-one breathed words of loss
Gypsies roving around the pubs
Neither light, nor star
broke the dark in sky
Less than even minute of one
a sudden scream went on line
It was the girl in the pub
The blithe and cheerful lass
She was raped by ‘A’ lad
No one knew the new guy
There was then, silence ON
The whole place switched OFF
Shakespeare in Mourning
Shutting the doors
Pulling the curtains
Wearing black gloves,
I read the message to the world
‘She is dead’
my own child,
the loveliest one.
Cutting the phone off
Escaping the sun
Piano aside
Crying aloud
I read the message to the world
“My baby died”
I won’t survive,
no need for life.
Midnight passed
The owl sang
My heart banged
But still alive
I read the message to the world
“Life continues with her or no”
I have to live
“to be or not to be”!
I am truly thankful to Tuck Magazine, Val Micheal Tuck and the nice editor, Micheal Organ. Best wishes Mohammad Forouzani (Martinforoz)
I'm really thankful to Tuck magazine, Val Michael Tuck and its editor, Michael Organ for publishing my poems