A glimmer, a glamour, that’s what it was.
Sparkling words, spiralling worlds.
Both equally fascinating, both equally dangerous.
A crack, just a quick peek, curiosity and the cat be damned.
Silvered edges, golden letters, honeyed words.
Seductive siren call, a bargain from beyond.
Knowledge, insight, offerings from within, worth it?
From the page, looking out, I see you do the same.
Bargains and whispered words, part of the chorus, singing to you.
Inside the book we are all stories waiting to consume the stories of others, two in one out.
Leather and ink, glamour and geas, your life is written.
A poetic form from the Pashtun women of Afghanistan and Pakistan based around an oral tradition of singing their injustices and their love.
The form is of two sentences, nine syllables in the first and thirteen in the second, sometimes they rhyme and they try to end in a ma or na sound.
Reading the article at http://www.poetryfoundation.org/media/landays.html about their culture made me feel shamed that I was going to use such a strong part of their culture as a writing exercise and initially thought that I wasn’t going to write one but here is mine
Bearded or not, the men take and hold
Steal the hearts, souls and bodies, give hate in return