Hybrid
It is not easy to be a hybrid
to have wings sprouting
where the arms are
when the waters turn skies
to have legs turn into mermaid tails
when land sights deep waters
It is not easy to be a hybrid
to sing songs from different shores
the tongue forming easy notes
the music mixed with this and that
It is not easy to be a hybrid
to see multiple hues
mixing on skin, forming purple greys
and green pinks when the order was
for one, only one
It is not easy to be this and that
and more
being always asked
what are you, after all ?
The waiting /grief
Of all the gifts you have given me
It is this silence
I will remember you by
Solid bark like, roots deep in
unmoveable ocean rocks
eroding gently or not at all
Oizys, daughter of Nyx
stands sentinel, howls nights
Mona Dash is an award- winning author based in London. her work includes her memoir A Roll of the Dice, a short story collection Let Us Look Elsewhere , a novel Untamed Heart and two collections of poetry. She has been published in various journals and listed in leading competitions. Her work has been presented on BBC Radio 4, included in Best British Short Stories 22, and more than thirty five anthologies. She also works in a global tech company. www.monadash.net
The sunrise
Here am I, with open arms
nourishing succour
this is how life seeps
how the water speaks
how lush forests grow
and there you are
burrowed under the earth
in an unending den
proud of the shining eyes
of the glass doll
you mate with ceaselessly
until it breaks
while outside I weave
colours wondrous
If only you could see
and seeing could understand
what it means, my intensity
Drown
You didn’t say a thing
You didn’t do a thing.
Those curious eyes watched.
Not sure why,
not sure what they thought.
I drowned. I struggled. Thrashing as the water rose
in waves and whirlpools
I sank, you watched
You who had said, water
fall in, feel it, let go!
I did,
And you let me down.
The moon, your friend, is glistening low
It doesn’t let me see the shore
But somewhere a lighthouse glows
Surely it will carry me through to morning
When at last the daylight shows.
