His Eyes Alter Her To An Almond Tree
Maram Attya
Alas! she's a sad emerald; waves push her toward mysterious beaches. Autumn steals her bracelets and loses her earrings, tempting darkness to stay in her eyes, digging channels for tears and filling her face with wrinkles. Emerald seems like a pale fish in a drying sea or as a yellow leaf ravaged by storms, so she jumps to the sand bank. Suddenly a skillful peasant sees her. He peels her thick sadness and combs her hair with love and longing . He implants her in the deepness of his brown eyes while his blessing hands altering her to an almond tree in spring. Emerald then wears her white dress as in the feast, becomes ready to the future emerald’s season on the peaceful banks. What a charm! I see her dancing running toward the areas of beauty. Bravo hardworking and lover peasant! Beatitude nice emerald!
Translated from Arabic by Kinana jani
Maram Attya is
a Syrian poetess with master’s degree
in Arabic language. Her name has appeared in many Arabic literary magazines.
She has awarded The Lady of Narrative Poetry from Tajdeed Literary Institute in
2017.
