WILDFIRE PUBLICATIONS MAGAZINE JUNE 1, 2019, EDITION 23, POETESS OF THE MONTH Leila Mehdi SAMARRAI


WILDFIRE PUBLICATIONS MAGAZINE JUNE 1, 2019, EDITION 23

POETESS OF THE MONTH Leila Mehdi SAMARRAI

Thus spoke my mother.

Seek no longer the soil
Forgotten among the trees
Under which you were born

In the chosen night
When the grasshoppers flew away from the terraces
Into the heap of voices filled with hatred
Directed towards me

Silent mother
Not even a sound to flicker within me
How could I have known
About the other side of maps

Are they coming yet to take me
Rooted in the last morning of a bullet

I arise barefoot
The sea is frightened
Like ground from thunder

sas

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The poems I wrote for the book “Sleeping Mathilde”, under the pen name Lothair The Dark, soon to be published


These are poems I wrote for the book “Sleeping Mathilde”, under the pen name Lothair The Dark, with a wish to conjure up a medieval mood and to create the dark atmosphere in the book. 

  1. A short poem written for the medieval feast scene:

“Upon the end of the meal the musicians played a painful minstrel romance:

In the water I shall leave my bones
In the ground the leaves my mirrors be
It seems they’ve already buried me.
As I lay, I wait to be found and saved
Should I rebel or leave it all to fate
For if I stay with You, the heart’s silence
Will be my tomb and my eternal life.

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2. – and continued to listen to the flickering squeal of the lute. It was the famed song of Fjalar, from the quill of the cursed poet Lothair the Dark:

Atop Fjalar sat a warlock, an envoy of dark desires
Resist him not, o Traveler, but pray to him
For your horses are affrighted before the abyss.
Pitiful man, that are the blood vessel within eternity
Pitiful man, your fear walks in front of you
Pray like this to the warlock:
When the sun comes out from the East, my blood will burn
When the sun sets in the West, my body yours will be
I will gaze upon you blind, o dreaded Fjalar
Let me cross my path this one time more.

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A poem written for the Morning scene:
Thinking of last night, from memory, came the verses of a poet who lived out the last of his days in the gallows. I think he was a Moor… I proudly raised my chin and with a dry, thin voice I sang, treading clad in a muddy tunic and festive boots all over the cotton tapestries:

Fair Maiden
You are the sun of my morn
From you the wretched I hides
I call the woeful night my home
Fair Maiden
I will paint your thighs
Akin to the silk of a bright morn
You sneak away into a shifty dream

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I remembered Lothair the Dark, who wrote the prophecy of Hässe under the threat of the sword. 

O Colossus, the Heavens tell me: Beware!
A carrion to you alike will clip my wings
Those of heavy heart will feast in the Heavens
Justice will freshen them like wine
And doom will come to all!

 

Keeping it up with time 


https://leilasamarrai.wordpress.com/2017/10/25/my-short-story-keeping-up-with-time-was-published-in-culturecult-magazines-issue-8/

I was thirty two years old when I started writing this story. Alas, incredible things happened since then. Because of the law of Higher age requirement for woman retirement, my mother had to be older than she is in order to retire on time. Luckily, doctor Hatchinson was our distant cousin and through the local fortune teller and spirit medium he was giving us detailed directions on how to grow old precisley. We discovered the gene for rapid aging in our family laboratory and we were taking it in the shape of oral pills in the morning and in the evening. My hair line was thiner and thiner by the day, but inspite of that I managed to recieve a passport issued due to the papers showing an urgent demand for one.Older than I was, I was being taken more seriously at the bakeries. Decrees of rapid reform change were increasing in numbers, so we had to grow older faster.That is how me managed to keep up with them, all with the goal of liberating the human spirit. We had enormous expences , for we considered you should be old but not wrinkled, because we spent a lot of money on skin tucks, botox, silicone implants. We lost our property, the house was put under mortgage because of the expences our vanity put on us. But, we had our pension, we had our passport. We are also threatened by an approaching, invetable death. My face says that a lot of time passed since this story started, but I am still thirty two years old. And I am dying.

Happy to share that I have a story in the Fall issue of CultureCult Magazine


My short story Keeping up with Time was published in CultureCult Magazine’s Issue #8. 
As a token of my appreciation for the utmost care and creative zeal in featuring one of my works in CultureCult n0 8 Magazine Issue, I tongue the words in your ears, with an ardent appeal, to buy a digital/print copy of CultureCult Magazine’s Issue #8. 
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Order a print copy via Createspace e-store: https://goo.gl/Ts4nHU
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CultureCult Magazine is available in all European nations and most other countries on Amazon, in digital and print versions. Simply search for “CultureCult Magazine – Issue #8”
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I only hope that you like my literary efforts as much as I appreciate your reader’s attention and literary judgment.
Sharp reader’s mind such as yours is the strongest support and I require it for my essential artistical sustenance.

kp

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Down The Rabbit Hole


I had been chosen as a freelance contributor at Creative Talents Unleashed, with my poem Kitty Kisses, for the literary publication of Down The Rabbit Hole, 100 % of all proceeds from this publishing are donated to “Starving Artist Fund”
The book is now available.
Down The Rabbit Hole
https://www.createspace.com/7363268

https://creativetalentsunleashed.com/2017/07/09/ctu-press-release-contributors-announcement-down-the-rabbit-hole-2017-anthology/

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The odds are back!


Don’t miss my poem “Are You Mad, Ovid” published in the pro-resistance and anti-douche issue14 The Odd Magazine https://www.facebook.com/oddzine

You can read my poem here: https://theoddmagazine.wixsite.com/oddity14/odd-shorts

The odds are back!

avLeila Samarrai uses absurdist and the elements of farce in her plays. She favors surreal short stories, horror fiction, satire and humoresque, enjoying the vaudeville style of structure interwoven with the style of “Pythonesque” stories. She has had her work published in numerous local magazines, both in print and electronic form and been variously awarded. She currently lives in Belgrade with her five cats.