Smokes and Siren | Iram Khan

THE FOLLOWING POEM WAS SELECTED IN WINGWORD POETRY PRIZE 2023 LONGLIST.

Smokes and siren

Vast valleys of mournful barren

Shrouded in black she walks

Caressing cold finger eyes of a hawk

From torn curtain he peaks

Wide eyed frail and meek

Chubby little fingers rosy little cheeks

Long gone like the life that reeks

Smokes and sirens

Vast valleys of mournful barren

In cold his dolly laid

Black like his innocence in the shade

In the overcast of clouds red

And the scarlet rivers that led

To smokes and siren

Vast valley of mournful barren

Shivering and quiet he lay

Shrouded in black as she sways

Savoring the souls ashore

In seas of greed that shook and roar

Shrouded in black she plays

Songs of the red river that lay

He sits still

Stiller than her still

the angels weep

of the innocence he leaks

of the years he had, of the years he lost

of the warmth of his mother

now buried in the frost

frost of the cold of greed

that roar shook and bleed

to the road that leads

smoke and siren

vast valley of mournful barren