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    Beats Of Their Drums
    Beats Of Their Drums
    Beats Of Their Drums
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    Beats Of Their Drums

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    Poetry has always been our refuge in this life. We read it when we want to find our sanity, our balance, and hope in the days we aren’t feeling so great. And often, the hardest thing is to find the right style of poetry that speaks to the right state of mind we’re in. In our second collective poetry book, following the success of our first one “Fields of Poetry”, we bring to you new poetic voices from the UAE.
    This book features a beautiful variation of different poetry styles, tackling themes such as love, fantasy, history, spirituality, society, and so many great other themes that will leave you wanting more of those poetic voices. Authors: Hassan Al Marashi , L. Toma , Shameema Alam , Alia Al Shamsi , Enas Rashid , Dr. Jana Bou Reslan , Dr. Mariam Ketait , Nityaansh Parekh , Reem Thani Alhalyan
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherSail Publishing
    Release dateNov 1, 2021
    ISBN9781839786334
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      Beats Of Their Drums - Multiple Authors

      Hassan Al Marashi

      Giraffes at Sunrise

      Gentle hands freckled by time, by caring

      A loving press of fingers on soles

      Wake up, my prince, she’d call to the boy

      In a voice warm as turmeric milk

      Eyes closed tight, the boy bargained and pleaded

      For five more minutes, Mama.

      A familiar battle, ending in her favor

      Persuaded by hushed promises of treats and adventure

      A rushed meal of bread and cheese

      She packed the boy an apple she knew he’d not eat

      The teeth of a comb scraped at his scalp

      While leather and Velcro bound his feet

      In the car, she’d recite a prayer of protection

      As she drove the boy to learn, over roads baked by dawn

      Heavy lids weighed down by a tether

      Tied to the innocence of sleep, of youth

      The ascending morning star colored a cloudless sky

      A familiar landmark rolled into view

      The emerald steel fence, in a cage made of concrete

      Behind it, the creatures stood tall in towering majesty

      Kind eyes fell on him; the boy stared back,

      Back at the bastions of his beginnings, his first ritual

      The chapter he would revisit in the story of his life

      Remembering his first love and greeting giraffes at sunrise

      Fisherman’s Wharf

      In my memories, I recall

      A blushing skyline atop a dancing ocean

      Gleaming brilliantly like sea glass

      Everchanging liquid jade moving to the wind’s command,

      In my memories, I recall

      Eardrums answering to the beat of barking seals

      A lovely, tone-deaf choir whose gospel is life

      Love and the pursuit of fulfillment

      In my memories, I recall

      Thick sweet aromas of saltwater taffy

      Twisting and stretching on a silver trapeze

      Acrobats made of sugar glue gliding freely

      In my memories, I recall

      Salt spray grasping on to the senses

      Infusing in flesh and bones, a moment calcified

      A shrine visited often and purposefully

      In my memories, I recall

      Big warm hands cupping small ones

      An eagle’s outstretched wing guarding her chick,

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