Two Poems

by Susie Gharib (August 2020)

Group of Three Girls (detail), Egon Schiele, 1911
A Crisis of Trust
She kissed my cheek, the cordial norm
in this oriental part of the world,
a form of greeting that now appalls.
I returned the kiss with a softer brush
from a pair of lips that feared to touch
any surface that breathed
or kept its mouth tight-shut.
Herded like sheep for a very long dusk,
I listen to Pink Floyd in a room that must
accommodate my every need without the rest.
He sings to a rabbit to run and run,
to dig a hole and forget the sun,
and when the work is completely done,
it would be time to dig another one.*
A crisis of trust is bound to ensue.
A sense of forlornness permeates each soul.
The invincible states are tottering before
a foe with an aversion to water and soap.
*“Breathe” —Pink Floyd
From My Hands
Capitals have never appealed to a mind
whose reclusive bent has shunned all crowds,
but this non-monastic self-isolation
is worse than any type of penal incarceration.
Who is going to feed the swans, she cries
and grows disconsolate when the feeding-time grows nigh,
brushing toys, books and chocolate aside
running to the fridge to show me the accumulating crumbs.
I assure her that God will provide for them
filling the pond with weeds and worms.
She shakes her head and mournfully whines:
They prefer their meals from my hands.
Susie Gharib is a graduate of the University of Strathclyde with a Ph.D. on the work of D.H. Lawrence. Her writing has appeared in multiple venues including Impspired Magazine and The Ink Pantry.
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