spring2015

Manal AbdallahMysterious SeaFishWrigglingTheir way,Fetching some weeds.Some algae grew,Waving, they come and go.The shellsBeing shedNear the seashore,The sea,The mirror of the blueSky,The sky thatMonetDrewWith the brush ofLight--The cries of birds,The chants.Sea…oh sea…!You know mySea-farer,You do,A manLike no other.So…Be gentleThis time. Let usDrown our sadnessIn your waves.Let’sImagine the mermaidsDancingAnd combing their goldenTresses.Sea…Shed your oystersNear meSo I can make aPearly chain--94