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Arabic Ghazal Challenge


Day lilies.

Page Three

All text and design © 2010, by Fergus Carty, Jessy Murphy, Kathee Rogers, and Gene Doty.

Cubit's Arrow

Fergus Carty

When the stars twinkle so bright, what wishes on them alight?
When Cubit's arrow struck true, who saw the marks on the shaft?
Rare sands, so fine, run faster, silver words fall at clay feet.
The Blue Moon through chill air arcs as it slips into retreat.
Though replete with Lunar glow, are some Lovers just ill met?
The Hunter changes region while cold dew coats each regret.

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Behind the River

Jessy Murphy

Rising from fawn colored carpet to lean in the threshold of my house,
his form created a second arch in the space where my door used to be.
A salaciously balmy breeze sweeps through my room; the scent of wood-fire
and roasting meat fills my senses, the fire is fed with branches of hickory.
I watch the green mountains and feel wild and passionate as the mountains
are as they make love to the sky, blanketing them is spilled mist from the sea.
At dinner, my mind imitates my heart with thoughts of you; I debate
politely but each drop of melted candle distracts as I sip Chablis.
Your hand on mine, I dream of often; with longing breath I write my love notes
on the mist and send them floating back to you, my secret Love on the Yangtze.
Today I dug in the earth, scraping my shovel on rocks searching for worms
to fish with; I am the trembling creature caught on your hook, this is me.

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Piyut: Desire for my Beloved's Eyes

Kathee Rogers

A song for the beloved — His eyes observe my flesh in light and dark night.
The consecrated wheels and strong wings are full of eyes. "O Wheel!" I hear cries!
The cherubs' faces: man, an eagle, an ox, the lion, burning pure fire.
His eyes behold, His eyelids try men, the children run but never can hide.
"O Son of man, now trembling eat bread, Shekinah rising, leaving your sight.
But grasp the hope like Hagar's well, named for He that lives and sees, Beerlahairoi.
The glory, now absent from my heart of stone will come again by sacrifice.
Ezekiel, the wheels and wings rise, but all I Am still watch and sanctify.

Note: Piyut (piyyut) is a Hebrew poem/liturgical prayer. Many were written in Spain during the 11th century and based on Arabic forms.

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