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Volume 3


Spring 2008


Verse

Written by
Arien Elerina

Arien Elerína is not a poet. She is just someone who really likes colours and shapes and textures and emotions. Which would lead you to suggest that perhaps she should have been a painter instead. However, she is absolutely rubbish at painting. Therefore, she prefers fooling around with the written word: whenever she has lovely pictures of crabs or moons or bereft vampires in her head, or wild emotions exploding like fireworks in her soul, she likes to describe these things by writing down the first words that occur to her. As you can imagine, it is most unfortunate when she is in a bad mood and the pictures in her head involve violent uses of kitchen appliances and the first word that comes to her is one you could never say in front of your mother. Thankfully, Arien is not too lazy to forego editing her work before you can read it. (Actually, she is. Which is why she'd just like to take this opportunity to say: "Many thanks to Osman Khalid Butt and Afia Aslam for their patient and insightful e-mentoring.")

        
      
       
            
              

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She sleeps on the beach.
Rounded, wombed creature.
Child of Sand, Surf, and Sun,
Watched by all three.
Red, red soul
Dreaming beneath the blue,
Her hands earthen
Hair untamed
Scarlet fire raging
Under brown skin,
Blooming inside naked lips,
Inside ruby heart –
The only jewel she’ll wear –
Heart hot from the sun,
Heart quietly mad
And quite madly in love.
That is all she is
And all she needs be.
Yes, behold:
She who sleeps on the beach.
You will not wake her.

 

 

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