HUSAIN ABDULHAY - POEMS

Husain Abdulhay has poems published in Alban Lake Publishing, Avocet, Cacti Fur, Fib Review, Foliate Oak, Jellyfish Whispers, Quail Bell Magazine and Ygdrasil. His haiku appears in Failed Haiku, Haikuniverse, Pkankmaton, and Wales Haiku Journal, likewise.

Cri de coeur

​The gardener is as if eons falling into asleep
and the welkin aloft seems to be corking his lugholes hard deaf
lest should be roiled by the caterwaul of woebegone wind
who’s bewailing inanition of echard-girt vineyard
and desiccation of petunias by niveous wayside
imbricating the orchard’s bedraggled vennels,
where whimsical wayfarers wander ere long
and beguile some of time at bacchanalian intervals,
a gemütlich nook for swains to cuddle tight their inamoratas
who indulge in pecking unbidden the rathe blossoms,
tear off petals in confetti and furbelow their footpaths,
and, mesmeric, go after vinedressers to top their chalices up,
haunted by phantasm of sanguine orgulous wunderkind,
whilst nescient of achromatic rigor mortis aftermath.
howbeit, their crescendo cadence is lullaby to gallant gleeful grapes
whose orbs, anon, are to haply be riven by aquiline trenchant talons,
so savoring solemnly serenade soiree sprees,
or be plucked for smarming cloying caducous coquettes

​Je ne sais quoi

​In far afield where the eagle-eyed
even could not afford to behold
and the sky loses his height
to plight his troth with  the infecund terra firma
who’s deprived of any shoulder to be leant on
and worse is endued with a sordid soul solely savoring solitude
that, on and off, insinuates with some cocktail to cuddle her tight
I shore a tenebrous tepee up
to steer you home aright
where neither any quadruped or bipedal fauna
nor any mellow birdsong to solace you is found,
and waltz pas de deux beneath moonlight
just like in our wedding ceremony
when, till cockcrow, we riffled through the stellar catalogue
and whispered prothalamium sotto voce lest sun should be roused
and not even once we ever thought of
anything that could beget us asunder
or befallen forsaken under weight of this wigwam
my eyes are fixed on tepid dusk to hail you with manna
to tilt aside my tear-soaked mantilla
before it’s too late to be able to prop it any longer upright

​A rose in wintertime

​like a dandelion sitting astride a snowdrop
genuflecting to the ground
caress me with great tenderness
then gee me up to ride tantivy
like an equestrian knight errant
carrying an oriflamme
faring forth in the dark
neath the vault of heaven
and groom in the sun
mayhap she happens to be jealous
making her crave a cuddle
like a foster-mater to a waif
hugging knees in thoroughfare
who is going to be beckoned