A sequence of landay couplets in the spirit (I hope) of Afghan women’s poetry, for the Scavenger Hunt.
Landay sequence
Those days are gone, when, where rivers run
beneath the shade of trees, is the place where love is spun.
There’s a lovers’ place, I’ll take you there,
but would you dare the damp, the leaves in your rumpled hair?
A man fights fake monsters on his phone
each woman fights real demons in the dark all alone.
The heart’s place is green as this spring day,
distant now, and blue as dreams, a blue ocean away.
The Four Swans 