‘Angel, At The Edge’ by Ahmed Nader Gretly

She stood at the edge of the world,

Dressed in a simple pale nightgown,

With strong dry winds sucking

The moisture out of her dulcet lips.

She thought of Kerouac, and Ginsberg,

Of  Dostoevsky, Poe, and Lovecraft.

She thought of Bird, and Diz,

Of  Beethoven, Bach, and Mozart.

She Jumped,

Falling into a pool of cosmic dust,

Her lungs filled with dark matter,

Like an angel would fall from the depth of heaven.

In the vivid hours of a translucent night;

They covered her body with old newspapers,

And passers peered for mere moments,

Then went back to their places in a rusty machine.

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About Ahmed Gretly

Ahmed Nader Gretly. Construction/Site Engineer, fiction writer, poet, psychopath, researcher, a book addict, and a daydreamer from Cairo, Egypt. Currently doing Construction Project Management, MSc, at Heriot-Watt University, Edinburgh.
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6 Responses to ‘Angel, At The Edge’ by Ahmed Nader Gretly

  1. I enjoyed the imagery of the last half of the poem. ‘Covered in newspaper’ and the ‘rusty machine’ were quite evocative. Well done!

  2. “Falling into a pool of cosmic dust,

    Her lungs filled with dark matter,” – love those lines.

    Great work with this.

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  4. Budz says:

    Vividly described, Ahmed. Sadly beautiful.

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