Nocturne In the beginning there was darkness, there was no ray and no prism, no rainbow to arch above the clouds, there was no water to veil the earth, no splendid sun to blaze, and no gentle breeze to murmur. In the beginning there was no pain, no mother to wail for her dead son, there was no sin no spirit, no father. There was no apple to want, no tongue to lick the nectar, no desire. There was no star to pierce the night, no heaven for angels to descend from, there was no cross, no candle, no altar. There was no blue sky, no wing to unfurl and no wind beneath, or above. In the beginning there was darkness, there was silence, and love.
Shakiba Hashemi is an Iranian-American poet, painter and teacher living in Southern California. She is a bilingual poet, and writes in English and Farsi. She holds a BFA in Drawing and Painting from Laguna College of Art and Design. Her work is forthcoming or has appeared in Atlanta Review, Tipton Poetry Journal, Ibbetson Street Magazine, The Indianapolis Review, I-70 Review, Cream City Review, The Summerset Review, Roanoke Review, Collateral and the New York Quarterly Anthology Without a Doubt: poems illuminating faith.