The Ladies of Horror
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by Sheikha A.
she watched her rice fields turn
into desiccated tillers and roots;
her lover is an alchemist
that mates with bones
growing hairs out of nails,
tying knots of everlasting
bondage. the sky is never
clean of jaundice-fever
and fire-flies flick between
teeth of skulls; in her dream
she crushed grains of rice
with bare feet and watched
hills open like snouts
sucking her harvest dry.
her lover is a tree of dead
teeth; last night she tried
to conjure him; words arranged
into lines, yet all she managed
was a burst of fugue. his strength
grows as he eats, bones turning
scarce. the moon churns amber
as she sleeps; the night cackles
as her legs are parted;
fist-sized foetus enters
her body – the spell in motion –
her lover is an eater of bones.
Fiction © Copyright Sheikha A.
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Poems by Sheikha A. and Suvojit Banerjee
“The night is cold enough to inspire poetry,” says Sheikha A. in her poem, “Reading My Bones.” This is the basis of Nyctophiliac Confessions – poems that are introspective and luminal, poems that require a certain amount of silence and space to be fully formed and appreciated. Reading these poems, I imagined that they were the kind of poems that assert themselves unbidden during a bout of insomnia. (A nyctophiliac being someone who loves the night or loves darkness).
Nyctophiliac Confessions is the 17th installment of Praxis’ chapbook series and contains twenty-six poems written by two poets, Sheikha A. and Suvojit Banerjee, interspersed with abstract paintings by Robert Rhodes.
Sheikha, loved this! Talk about speculative –actually I’d say surreal as well, which is (to me) no easy feat. Bravo! I know you’ll sell it!
Alas! If only selling was easy for me! I barely get any acceptances leave alone find a buyer for my works 😄😄 But, I deeply appreciate your vote and praise! Motivates me immensely 🙂❤️
A fantastic poem, very macabre.
thank you for reading and appreciating! 🙂💜