Ghuttan

Matt

We were each, the others kasak
with the walls painted in our dolour
A silence no heart can comprehend
And so came the hissing in our ears
A watched kettle never boils
You looked out the window
A dour expresssion on your face
A Tree too well studied never grows
The air clawed and clung between us
You heard it! As the crow flies
You motioned your hands into wings
Qaraar, that way we have never been

This was written for W3 where you can find the definitions of the title and the bold words used.

12 thoughts on “Ghuttan”

  1. poetisatinta's avatar poetisatinta Oct 10, 2026 / 6:31 am

    Great piece – thecontrast between heavy silence and the sudden, futile gesture of flight makes the ending memorable🙌

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  2. destiny's avatar destiny Oct 10, 2026 / 10:46 pm

    makes for a memorable journey….from that ‘ache’ to finally experience that ‘freed..’
    as poignant so too beautifully captured and expressed…
    thank you, Matt …🤍

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      • destiny's avatar destiny Oct 11, 2026 / 12:40 pm

        most welcome…🤍

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  3. ben Alexander's avatar ben Alexander Oct 12, 2026 / 9:47 am

    Matt, I love how your familiar sayings become restless inmates of that suffocating room, until “hands into wings” gives the longing for peace a flight plan!

    ~David

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      • Indira's avatar Indira Oct 14, 2026 / 12:41 pm

        You are welcome.

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