Natasha Haidar
Poet
Dubliner
I now sit in the small secret room
Smothered but fighting to breathe
The life back into your memory...
The Muse's Darling
In the deep dusky melancholy of a family home
A candle is blown out, a portrait no longer illuminated
As aching eyes beg for sleep.
Put out the light, and put out the light.
My precious darling is blown to Heaven.
In Memoriam H. H. 2005
Two eternal beams of light
Shine sky high in place
Touching the tips of the universe
You fly high, soul of a phoenix
Rising, for another life.
The Falling Man 9/11
Norman fair
Old Eire's smiled upon wonder
Crystal green-eyed, sparkle
As the sun, privileged
Illuminates his dark brow...
© Natasha Haidar 2002 - 2025
Flying with rage, passion and fury
Haunted by premonitions of death,
Plagued by dreams of burning aircraft -
A service revolver kept close -
Rather than face a fiery death.
What Is Worth A Life?
Lost deep in the blackest pain
Yearning for absolute silence and darkness
Eternal, but no fit ending at all
For that voice within you
That would not be still....
Golden Girl