Poetry about Palestine – Separation

 

Palestinian woman looking at photos of Palestinians detained in Israeli prisons

Believe it or not, Palestinians still fall in love, and the most common problem facing couples is forced separation. Since Israel began its illegal occupation of the West Bank and Gaza in 1967, more than 650,000 Palestinians have been detained at least once, representing approximately twenty per cent of the current total Palestinian population in the Occupied Territories, the highest percentage of detainees of a nation in the world.

Those exclude the number of couples who can’t live together because Israel created laws to prevent Arab spouses from crossing certain areas, in their own country, to get married or be reunited. One can imagine the number of broken hearts.

Some Palestinian women have the habit of reading their fortunes in their cups of coffee after drinking, always looking for good news.

 

Separation

By Iqbal Tamimi

 

She sketched him in the froth of her coffee

hoping he would never leave

She could not turn off the siren

or the storm that leaped

inside her cup

 

She saw the soldiers

chasing him down the track

ordering him to surrender

The shackles were howling

Both of them knew

there is no turning back

 

Echoes died

and tears were shed

Their hopes started to fall

like autumn leaves

Their shadow cracked

splitting into two

Her reflection stood lonely

on the pale wall

 

As he was dragged to prison

his hand turned into a handkerchief

waving goodbye

until her window stopped exhaling their song

 

Her femininity was exuding letters

untamed by language

She was his sails

his port

 

He used to tie a knot

hanging on for life

because she was at the end of that rope.

 

Every time they used to meet

his body welcomed her perfume

Her face was bearing the clemency of mint

while furnishing the street

with their dreams

hiding under the cloak of night

stealing from the cracks of the doors

the seeds of light

 

From the ashes of his concessions

he made her a wreath

worthy of the angel of jasmine

It was hard for him to leave

The flute was burning in his chest

the wind snatched from her pillow

messages of her oranges

 

He was forced to go

while she stood there

raining him with her panic

Leaving him her footsteps

and the trembling thoughts

attached to the soles of her feet.

 


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