Poet, playwright, director and lover of words
Epilogue (from my sixteen year-old self) from 'Sky Trees' I Don’t Care I don’t care if you like my poem, don’t care, if you think it’s stupid, if you think it’s boring, don’t care. I’ll write what I want, I’ll write all I want so there. Shereen Abdallah ©
What would Felix Say? Imagine a House of Commons overrun with cats; white-nosed tabbies grousing throated purrs. Question-time, Boris sits accused by a thousand jade eyes, account for yourself young man. Standing on two legs, he unfurls a breath, no words from his mooned-mouth. Backs arch claws scratch wood and aged stone; the whisper of… Continue reading What would Felix Say?
The Rules AreWork hard, go to bed early,drink a glass of pure white milk so that you maygrow tall and wish;that there was more to do than work hard,go to bed early andgive your childrena glass of pure white milk.Shereen Abdallah ©Sky Trees 2017
Tracing Steps Walking in Hampstead Cemetery; one earbud in, the other out. I like the way nature treads side by side with people, grouped and alone. The robin and wren hop over black railings, Trace buds of blackberries to-be and crayon-red fruit. Ribbon past gravestones, tilted, decrepit with stories ache-past and people sometimes remembered. The… Continue reading Tracing Steps
A sonnet for mothers on Mother's Day x Flying Carpet Persian with blue speckled songbirdsrising above delicate fruited trees,for my wedding, from my motherwith joy and silent beauty it lay on the floor of our home. Never stepped onand then you little feet and curious fingers,you always laughingrunning and stumblingon my flying carpet,delicate mud footprints.See… Continue reading Happy Mother’s Day
To Love Find (verb) ‘discover by chance or deliberately’;soul mate (noun) ‘person ideally suited to another’.Sky Trees 2017
Meeting YouCrossing the road hailinga bus lurching to myseat fumbling for a technicolour magazine,avoiding the violet smear of chewing gum and staringthrough the rain-fringedwindows; the consequenceof meeting youis near forgotten.Shereen Abdallah ©Sky Trees 2017
Street Giant Living on the street reduces you to scuttling on pavements with outstretched hat and stretched out smile. A young boy bounds up, puppy-energy; 'hello trouble'. A greeting given and received. You grow before me, vault the height of a giant, taller than sky-scrapped stars. Shereen Abdallah ©
A Sonnet for West Hampstead, from my 2017 collection 'Sky Trees' West Hampstead Tube Directly opposite the station sits a man, spotlit in blue and orange glow. He is tall and crumpled against the ground, cold, for heat rises, as you know; it reaches a bedsit, kettle boiled dry, the television flickers in mute. A… Continue reading West Hampstead Tube
Leaf falls A thought lodges tight within me, green tendrils wind around my heart, with every pulse it whispers apart, apart, apart. Shereen Abdallah ©
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