Quantum Entanglement: In Two Places At The Same Time…

Mr Bear, not so tall, climbed up a square box by my room’s windowsill
And as foreseen on the Scrabble grid, in his chest ROSE-E-DIL
I whispered, “Such a smile you wear my dear sir, to paint away shadows and the night”
He shyly quizzed, “Madam, how can you be here and yet shine as evening’s golden marmalade Light…?!”

In Two Places At The Same Time...

      He shyly quizzed, “Madam, how can you be here and yet shine as evening’s golden marmalade Light…?!”

Photograph & Poem: © Masufa Khatun | Mazzy Khatun Photo Stories | My Home | UK 2015

 

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My Sister Of The Heart: The Biscuit Thief!

Skin as fair as the prized possession of royals, a pretty porcelain doll
Eyes of sibylline seashells that echo the sea siren’s call
But, my dear friends, what I love most about this little but tall sister of mine
Is that she often steals my biscuits and leaves my plate with a rude minus sign…!!!

The Biscuit Thief

“Skin as fair as the prized possession of royals, a pretty porcelain doll…
Eyes of sibylline seashells that echo the sea siren’s call…”

Photographs & Poem: © Masufa Khatun | Mazzy Khatun Photo Stories | Winchester UK 2015

My Naughty Friend, Little Miss A

Best Friend T-Shirt girl, Little Miss A is a rising star of theatre and dance
She can never stay still, forever on the hop – skip – and prance
But since my friend and I are of the same short height, you see
Taking pictures at her eye-level is as easy as ABC…!!!

My Naughty Friend, Little Miss A

“… But since my friend and I are of the same short height, you see… Taking pictures at her eye-level is as easy as ABC…!!!”

 

Photograph & Poem: © Masufa Khatun | Mazzy Khatun Photo Stories | My Garden | UK 2015

The Collar Of Darkness

Others fear darkness and the night yet for me they are mine
If I can admire stars then why not the shirt on which they shine…?

The Collar Of Darkness

“Others fear darkness and the night yet for me they are mine… If I can admire stars then why not the shirt on which they shine…?”

 

 Photograph & Poem: © Masufa Khatun | Mazzy Khatun Photo Stories | UK 2015

Dear Old Mr Bear (1985 – Living)

1985 it was and I, a tiny girl, loved to forage in wild imagination
My Father, a man of surprises, brought a bear back from hibernation
He told me the furry chap would watch over me no matter come what may
True to his words, up on the shelf, my Bear’s smile has not flown away…

Dear Old Mr Bear (1985 - Living)

 “… True to his words, up on the shelf, my Bear’s smile has not flown away…”

Photograph & Poem: © Masufa Khatun | Mazzy Khatun Photo Stories | My Home | UK 2015