Letter to a Jammed Jar-Lid by Hibah Shabkhez
Brave citadel of a valorous race,
Strive no more but yield
With the sun-ripened olive’s gentle grace
Before my fingers.
Brave citadel, throw open the glass gate,
Lower thy steel shield:
Within thee sweet poisons long for this fate,
The ruin that lingers.
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Hibah Shabkhez is a writer of the half-yo literary tradition, an erratic language-learning enthusiast, and a happily eccentric blogger from Lahore, Pakistan. Her work has previously appeared in Black Bough, Cordite Poetry, Ligeia, Across The Margin, and a number of other literary magazines.
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