A Dream In Seville
It was as gilded as fishskin—
us, sea rising in tulip waves.
A minaret cloaked in fog.
Our voices lunar as we cry
each other’s names, rapture
and protest,
our bodies gates in a cave.
I am barefoot amongst poppies.
Each star is a dagger, shards
from an urn broken
by a drunken god.
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Hala Alyan is a Palestinian-American poet whose work has appeared in several journals, including Copper Nickel, Third Coast, and The Journal. Her first full-length poetry collection, “Atrium,” was published by Three Rooms Press in New York City, and was recently awarded the 2013 Arab American Book Award in Poetry. She resides in Manhattan.
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