A Poem by Ahab Hamza

Archers Lament

 

This isn't a night to stop

Moonlight, a shining sky

Points to a weeping heaven,

*

Those silver kisses falling

Soothe the earth like raindrops

And not a cloud to be seen,

*

Those grumpy old women

Frowning themselves to sleep

Evil eyes aglow, I couldn't care 

 

less

*

From within me, anything

Comes. From the flame

I fly, lovingly dazed

*

Your grace, scars exquisite

Beyond nature. They sing

To me and I've answered

*

The sweetest pain upon your back

Draws me inexplicably, stupidly

A pursuit tortuous, gratifying

*

Here we'll sit by the fire

My soul to rest, your heart to 

 

swell

Upon thwarting death again

*

The banal forgotten

Worn out, my spirit would sleep

And yet I wouldn't change a thing

*

Promise us misery and adventure

Hold me and I'll kiss you always

Worship the altar of your angel's 

 

wings

 

 

 

Ahab Hamza is a university student born in Birkenhead on 27th November 1993. He has been featured in The Recusant's The Robin Hood Book anthology, Forward Poetry's Animal Antics anthology of 2012 and the spring 2012 issue of Inclement Magazine. He was also short listed for the 2012 erbacce prize for poetry