Jack-o'-lanterns


scissors, spoons, and knives,
papers, printed stencils, and pumpkins,
water colours, candles, and deft fingers,
illuminations,
here we are the jack-o'-lanterns,
tonight we’d like to disguise,
cover our faces,
cover our ugliness,
cover our emptiness,
and our hollow souls,
and let the differences between us fall asunder,
tonight no one would see our identities,
no one would make fun of our skin colours,
or the shape of our noses or lips,
tonight a mysterious mist would mystify our faces,
tonight would be our mystical night—a new life
where our innocence would be regained,
tonight the sparkle of our eyes would be our lanterns—
guides for our lost and broken souls,
and when the lights of bonfires ascend the sky
we’d aspire for salvation, liberation, and purgation,
we’d dance in the form of round slow swirls
to the rhythm of Rumi’s mystical voice
before the sun rises and dissipates our aspirations
to the rhythm of heavy steps reverting into the harsh
reality of life,
and before our itineraries are torn away by the Time’s
scissors,

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Ali Znaidi currently lives in Redeyef, Tunisia where he teaches English at Tunisian public secondary schools. He writes poetry, and has an interest in literature, languages, and literary translations. His work has appeared in numerous notable online ezines. He also writes flash fiction for the Six Sentence Social...read more Network: http://sixsentences.ning.com/profile/AliZnaidi. At moments of revelation, he smokes and drinks green tea with mint while pondering.
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