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[MH] 14 February 2024
Basant panchami,
marigolds in Singapore—
promises of home.
I knead new soil to grow new
roots, on a condo’s terrace.
Witness. Beloved.
rooted in one word—shahid—
I learn, while keeping
vigil (‘All eyes on Rafah’)
daily, scrolling Instagram.
[EC] 18 February 2024
I scroll Instagram:
rubble, death, anguish, slogans.
Summer picnic, Naarm
My Jewish friend says she can’t
be on the socials. Thousands
march streets, Invasion
Day rally, Free Palestine!
After the day’s heat
I run by the Birrarung,
push through tightness in my chest.
[MH] 28 February 2024
Tightness of ‘normal’
day, a man self-immolates.
Black-naped oriole
sings. Empire nears its end.
Inhale (hold). Exhale. Inhale.
hold again, (release).
Saint Levant’s Deira echoes
through my house. I dance
at lunch. Quietly listening
to my heart amid silences.
[EC] 1 March 2024
A silent vigil.
Candles light Parliament House:
‘We are not numbers.’
The world is failing children.
At my nephew’s cricket match
we don’t speak about
Gaza. Some of the boys taunt
from sidelines, sledging.
‘Apologise,’ barks the coach.
A mother shares sandwiches.
[MH] 8 March 2024
Mothers un-childed.
G € n 0 c ! d e has a new name.
‘Death by starvation’.
At Raffles, my friend takes a
new shot at fertility.
[EC] 9 March 2024
Fertile shoots struggle.
My pot plants gasp, a sudden
March heat wave. On screen
I watch parachutes with aid
boxes. Some fail to open.
[MH] 10 March 2024
I fail to keep snake-
plant alive. Too much moisture.
Or too much sunshine?
Instead, I tatreez a rose
in red that resembles life.
[EC] 10 March 2024
Sweet red refreshing,
we eat watermelon squares
at the park party.
Celebrating a birthday,
we sip hope in paper cups.
This piece adapts the Japanese collaborative poetic form renga—a conversation via poetry, a consolidation of spaces present and missing. Mariyam and Emilie built this poem between January and March 2024.
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- Tags: Australia, Emilie Collyer, Free to read, Issue 35, Mariyam Haider, Poetry


