Over the next month we mark Ramadan, Easter, and Passover, and in celebration of this month of faith we have chosen as our poem of the week ‘Invocation’ by Alycia Pirmohamed. This is taken from her debut collection Another Way to Split Water, which has recently been longlisted for the Jhalak Prize.
Invocation Somewhere, they are kneeling and I am forgetting your name, how to hold each fragment of sound in my mouth – Allah, my thoughts are scattering in the wind. They land in Dar es Salaam, in India, in miles of golden grass. Sometimes they fall into my own palms as I pray next to my father for my father. My Father, I am discovering how to feel loneliness in a series of languages by cutting open each word like a sweet black plum only to eat the skin. Tell me I am a little closer to the beginning that I am a young tree on the side of a mountain, a recursive bird gliding up a redwood, or simply a sound travelling vertical.
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