Two Poems by Hibah Shabkhez

Elbowing Jasmines into Daylight

They lie, of whom no ill may be spoken
Under the rustling groves, past good, past vice;
For they have paid and are paying, broken
Of all their scrabbling, the ultimate price:
Feeding life’s sallies past death’s repulses

Look: each new flower makes its solemn vow
On its crass trek out of each rotting frame:
“By my beauty I will sanctify now
The basenesses that in life did maim
Ever your heart’s first unstained impulses”

Wingspans Relit

Behind my head, downcast and dutiful
Without hindrance from this body or brain
My silhouette is fiercely beautiful
Looming, dancing, leaping with each refrain;

Without crisper truths infringing to spike
The glorious peace in which one would fain
Indulge dreams wild and yet possible, like
Resisting chocolate on days of pain,

Steering your own bike through the open road,
Tossing aside sneers that would else curdle;
Growing larger with each snub, each fresh load,
Bobbing, twisting, morphing, past each hurdle.


Hibah Shabkhez is a writer of the half-yo literary tradition, an erratic language-learning enthusiast, a teacher of French as a foreign language and a happily eccentric blogger from Lahore, Pakistan. Her work has previously appeared in With Painted Words, Petrichor, Lunate, The Dawntreader and a number of other literary magazines.

Twitter: @hibahshabkhez
Instagram: @shabkhez_hibah

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