Ibtisam Barakat

(Beit Hanina / Palestine)

Curfew - Poem by Ibtisam Barakat

Our city is a cell
Children's faces
Are replacing
Flower pots on
Window sills.
And we are waiting.

From our bars
Of boredom
We enter
A spit race
The one whose spit
Reaches farther
Is freer.

We look to the sky
Squint our questions.

We turn the sun
Into a kite
Hold it with a ray
Till it is torn up
Inside the horizon.

And the light is
Peeled off the ground
A page in a bedtime story
We do not understand.

Our questions remain
A yeast
Inside our chests,
Rising.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, October 17, 2014

Poem Edited: Friday, October 17, 2014


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