by Nada Yousif
By my window
Absence fluttered as marble wings
A stubborn silence hits my door
No moon over my home
No echo of my breath
Am a woman who has burned
In an icy afternoon
Or may be a pigeon
Melted in her nest after waiting
What is left?
No face for me
No poem
Not your music
No window………..no me
Nothing
No dust
Nada Yousif is a poet, journalist and teacher from Iraq and an ICORN guest writer in the Norwegian city of Molde.
