Vacation
Vacation
Everyone wants to find a pink island
I alone seek the amber. In the sand
The seashells whisper: ‘Are you green or blue
Watching us bob on the foam? Is it true
The homes of the dead stay homes on the land?’
The mollusc-ghosts and the jeering sea strand
More than shells upon the shore. In the bland
Frothing waves, soap-rinsings, I see the hue
Everyone wants to find.
Isle of hiraeth in the palm of my hand,
Turn not your bitter neem-bark rose now. Stand
Firm in my fading memory. Your dew
And sulphur are alike dear on this new
Sea-leached ground lined with the pink seashell brand
Everyone wants to find.
Hibah Shabkhez is a writer of the half-yo literary tradition, an erratic language-learning enthusiast, and a happily eccentric blogger from Lahore, Pakistan. Her work has previously appeared in Pleiades, Miracle Monocle, Glassworks, Windsor Review, Moria, CommuterLit, and a number of other literary magazines. Studying life, languages, and literature from a comparative perspective across linguistic and cultural boundaries holds a particular fascination for her.
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