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Dear Mahsa by Fran Markover

Dear Mahsa

       Mahsa was a Kurdish woman who died 9/16/2022

       after her arrest by the Iranian Morality Police.

Today, I shampoo my gray hair

with SoftSilver, lemony mists

when I step out of the tub.

 

I wrap a damasked towel

around my head. Some ringlets

wet my brow, and I think

 

of you, Mahsa, your escaping

brunette locks. I can’t imagine

being wary of unruly tresses,

 

of covering what is beautiful.

Later, walking around my

withering garden—goldenrod,

 

mums, lance-leaved coreopsis—

I pluck a late autumn crocus,

tuck it into my curls. Mahsa,

 

in this time of diminishing sun,

I’ll light holy day candles, say

your name, Mahsa, like the moon,

 

cherish blessings of fresh petals,

how they can make one feel

alive with their young pink skin.

Fran Markover

Fran Markover is a retired psychotherapist from Ithaca, New York. Her poems have been published in many journals. Her chapbook, History's Trail, was published by Finishing Line Press. Her full-length poetry collection, Grandfather's Mandolin (Passager Books, 2021), was a finalist for the Henry Morgenthau III First Poetry Book and won Best Spiritual Poetry Book from American Book Fest. Other honors include nominations for Best of the Net and a Pushcart Prize. She has also won the Miriam Chaikin Writing Award and the Anna Davidson Rosenberg Poetry Award.

 

 

Fran Markover