Mohammed Darwish (Pantoum)

Have you seen Mohammed Darwish from Hasekeh?

Heavily drawing his cigarette and giving mortal form to the notion name resilience

Tending a flock of sheep in a narrow strip of lap in the steppe.

There was no void or s’thing like that in his eyes as one would imagine

Heavily drawing his cigarette and giving mortal form to the notion name resilience

He speaks of the draught, the worst in nine centuries, the amenities of the city 

There was no void or s’thing like that in his eyes as one would imagine

Though, the smoke surrounds him, but, his demeanour was never hazed.  

He speaks of the draught, the worst in nine centuries, the amenities of the city 

He was never petulance to get clicked in a loop; it make John smile when memory strikes.

Though, the smoke surrounds him, but, his demeanour was never hazed,  

I had nothing back there except an old mattress which you can’t chew, he had said.

He was never petulance to get clicked in a loop; it make John smile when memory strikes.

His resilience etched in his demeanour was all that John wanted to capture. 

I had nothing back there except an old mattress which you can’t chew, he had said.

Have you seen Mohammed Darwish from Hasekeh?

From Poet’s Desk:

This poem is inspired from the featured photograph taken by John Wreford.

To know more of Mohammed Darwish and John Wreford’s other photographs visit his blog John Wreford Photographer.

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