Ghazal poetry sings the ache. For a lover, yes. But also, at times, for simple loss.
Think of a childhood space that has since been lost, to time or ruin, to geography or housing-development. Sing the ache of what cannot be reclaimed, except, perhaps, in your ghazal poem. (Need a reminder for how to write a ghazal? Go here.)
Thanks to our participants in last week’s poetry prompt. Here’s a ghazal we enjoyed from Grace Marcella Brodhurst-Davis…
On Recapturing Childhood Creativity
The child who’s lost her hold as age deludes her skeptic girl
Fate knows, and her dreams for you behold optimistic, girl
Where, pray tell, have you misplaced your wildly budding mind’s eye?
Where dreams no longer blossom and betray eccentric, girl
Never ordinary at play any given young day
Reaps older, though rounded spirit -the altruistic girl
The blaze of Life’s to-do lists lets Time’s miser furl its fists
Bares a soul who’s lost her magic –a veiled artistic girl
And I, Marcella, need just stop and look beyond the glare
It’s always been in your child’s eyes to be prolific, girl!
Photo by thejbird, Creative Commons, via Flickr.
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