Smouldering Wildflowers

sky tall

and sullen, heaving

shadows seeping

into swollen clouds,

my fingers run

across the rusted doorknob

tilt forward,

white door faded

crusted red, gold

layered, bursts into yellow flames-

swing into blood-speckled

wildflowers, sunburnt, smouldering, little

petals of wanting, murmurs

tickle my ear, their faraway call

in my lungs, I rest. something drifting,

earth-smell deep and sweet, lips

pollen-powdered, dry.

my heels dig into loose dirt,

ochre grasses rustle

beneath my head, soften to a pillow

below the muddied horizon

Asma Al-Masyabi

Asma Al-Masyabi is a poet, writer, visual artist, and student in Colorado. She is a Scholastic Silver Medal Poetry winner with publications in Girls Write Now on the Other Side of Everything: the 2023 Anthology, the Santa Clara Review, Subnivean, The Ilanot Review, and more. She’s currently pursuing a major in creative writing and looks forward to a career filled with words and art, her two biggest passions.

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