Published September 1, 2022
by Haig Lucas
A lone tree stood under evil eye
of blood hot sun.
Blue eyed blue skinned
fruit djinns danced;
in the heat
red fruit bruised.
She wept for the cranberry hanging
and he wept for her weeping
like a dog. Seeing her
framed against the sun,
his eyes ached
Cranberries fell from her hair
in the slanted light.
Haig Lucas: I am a London-born poet, living and studying English Literature in Edinburgh. The influences upon my poetry are various, ranging from my Armenian heritage, to such poets as Mark Doty, Geoffrey Hill, W.H Auden, Alan Gillis, etc. I have lived in Edinburgh for three years and find the city and its people a continuous source of interest for my work.
This poem is included in Poetry World #4, published in the Wax Poetry and Art Library.
Previously published in Edinburgh Poetry Magazine:
The Next Room
by Barrie Davies
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