Sihem Hammouda My poems, Poetry

Obsessive love

Your obsessive love  is torturing  me ,

Like a boat under the mercy

Of  a capricious wind.

And the aroma  from a tender caress,

Left in my books,

has opened my wounds,

Like a wounded pirate

Embracing the serene sand,

and suffering in silence

his loss.

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Sihem Hammouda My short stories

The English woman Part One

I remember the day  when she first appeared  on  the  stage of our childish life, as if it were yesterday. My two brothers and I were sitting on the edge of  the stony bench ,our  tiny toes  were  hardly touching  the floor. We were dying  to know  who she was  .We are used to see myriad of them descending from  carriages and going into my uncle’s Ali Baba handicraft store but they had never entered our territory ,my grandmother’s house.
Seeing them  sitting shoulder to shoulder aroused a relentless curiosity that had to be quenched.”She’s a friend of mine”, my uncle said.She’s from England. We marveled at her snowy skin  for it was summertime and we looked  like  chocolate sculptures with our tanned faces .There was something in her that made us fall under her spell instantly , an unbreakable spell : kindness.
 
To be continued
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Sihem Hammouda My poems, Poetry

If…

If a beggar  knocks at your towering  door

Smile away  your scowling wrath

for a genuine smile   for the poor

is  shimmering alms.

Fill  his hands  stained with soot,

And God will purify your defiled soul ,

For a satisfied beggar’s prayer  ,

 is your unbreakable  armour,

when Soulless misfortune

breaks bondage of  its bitter soldiers.

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Sihem Hammouda My poems, Poetry

The lonely scarecrow

He wanders through the breathless

Battlefield of  life  .

Above him,

The  scarlet sun withdraws her spears

And night wraps his serene shawl

 Around houses’ shoulders

Grand and poor.

He doesn’t  yield for he believes

That when solemn autumn breaks

Summer’s painting brushes,

And winter cries,

sprightly spring comes by.

In the heart of  the battlefield of life,

A  lonely scarecrow,

Resting beneath the shade of a willow,

Is teaching dainty daffodils

 That neither a ghastly smile as his

Nor a raging rifle as his master’s

Can  take away what the divine

Hand  has bestowed on a famished soul.

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Sihem Hammouda My poems, Poetry

A restless thunder

The thunder was groaning.

He had bad dreams,

The  gracious sun whispered gently to the summer breeze.

But his groan became appalling.

He’s summoning the wind and the rain,

The clouds yawned.

His beloved’s sighs, kept him restless.

the sun lowered her head graciously,

The earth ‘s pretty face went red , She said.

She soaked a lot of blood last night.

My locks were smoothering  when touching their  flaming  souls,

Added the summer breeze,

Trees were falling apart under their heavy angry foosteps too.

The earth looked up at the sky

and saw a tear in her eyes

the rain was weeping.

And unveiling the beatiful face of earth

Flowers shook their heads and ashen ghosts run away.

From above the thunder  was waiting impatiently

to see his  earth  ‘s beautiful locks glowing under the sun  again.

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