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The Ruba’iyat of Créteil Lake – Part Three Note: I do hope it’s clear to readers by now that – strictly speaking – in these ruba’iyat, I deviate from the original Persian medieval model, introduced by Rudaki in Ghazna, in that I do away with the 7-syllable hemistich and even the 14-syllable line of Read more…
The Ruba’iyat of Créteil Lake – Part Two All night her troubled sleep buffeted the makeshift ramparts The flip-flop flop flop flop of her tears undermining hearts The plaintive cry of the lone crane seeking the flock heading south When it paused on her pubic lushes’ warm geothermal parts Some thought she’d un-crossed Read more…
The Ruba’iyat of Créteil Lake – Part One Lone gold Venus nears the sickle moon in the late autumn sky She lies naked dreaming with one leg tucked under her thigh The pallor of her silvery skin simmering with tide A lone white swan trundles on one webbed foot heaving a sigh Her Read more…
Limerick: Once French Demoiselle in Bikini Once French Demoiselle in Bikini Lived Moulin Rouge life en catimini Cute Eye of Hurricane Saw through naughty Jane/Jeanne: No use for bikini in Bikini. © T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
Limerick: Once Indian Virgin met Peking Man Once Indian Virgin met Peking Man They spoke together in Malay van North Koreans wondered What in her ear thundered Thai rebels found her fried in Japan. © T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
Limerick: Once a future King heir apparent Once a future King heir apparent Old House stained and shredded to pennant Divorced the future Queen Married divorcee between Now sees Russian demimonde during Lent © T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
Villanelle: Ask not why, how, where nor what we’ve become Ask not why, how, where nor what we’ve become Same fate’s meant for all in this thrice-nailed world Everybody’s mistakes around they’ll come No use crying over some lost kingdom Unless it’s to prevent mistakes of old Ask not why, how, Read more…
Ruba’i*: Umar ibn Ibrahim al-Khayyam*, Omar son of Ibrahim, the tent-maker Words awoke on the retina of the astronomer Unknown aeons piled dark energy upon dark matter Astral bodies all strung like sea shells in the firmament What old Khayyam saw was not what was seen by the Maker! · Omar Khayyam, d. Read more…
Ruba’i*: The Poet, the Page and the Word in whichever Order? The poet en face the page: unwritten words come to head Words await tongues to be formed for poems to be read Heavenly bodies stretch out seeking caravanserai En route to gauge the extent of the ruba’i’s ruby red! · ruba’i (plural: Read more…
A Chinese girl I took to a nunnery I I led her Her silent leg-irons cutting into my shins That day when the air stood still Dry as the day perhaps on the hill when he spoke standing still Drier still my words today Read more…