Old photographs embroidered in threads of new words and whose count equals to my height measurement in centimetres…
Never had I laid eyes on an apple so green and bright. The curves of its form resembled the deft stroke of my own fleshy hips, and the fire-blood of fertility and of the virility of millions of unborn forests curdled all round its hard sides.
I could not take my eyes away from it.
“Do not be afraid, I will only know Myself if You come to know Me”. My heart replete with admiration for the words of God, I stepped forward and plucked the apple and bit into it.
At first a sweet rush and then a fierce explosion blew out from my Onyx Eyes.
“My Lord, I can See!” Breathless as the joy of realisation set my body on fire, God delivered his Faith in me, and perched the flame of my body on a tiny dust ball of swirling blues and bristling greens.
“Wherever you stand, plant the memory of My Garden under your feet…” ♥♥♥
Photography & Poem Originally Posted In: ‘Inside My Onyx Eyes’ | © Masufa Khatun | Mazzy Khatun Photo Stories | UK 2014
Words: © Masufa Khatun | Mazzy Khatun Photo Stories | UK 2016