AN ODE TO JOHN DONNE FROM MY BEDROOM

i refuse to believe that a world exists outside your arms,
the odour from your body,
though porous,
enchants, a hundred charms

to think of borders, constructs, artificiality
would be to betray your all encompassing reality
with you notions of nation are set free
countries echo falsity,
politics, religion, calamity
are but the froth of your fancy

donne asserts his compass conceit
but you cannot be reduced to romantics,
you're lost on keats
i’d throw away the compass, in turn posit you in obsolete,
to all poets but i,
you see i reign supreme; though petite


Khairah, 22, London/Southampton - England ✯ IG: @what.khairah.did ✯ khairahboukhatem@gmail.com

“just a girl most likely found at your local gig venue. otherwise, you'll find me writing poems or directing short films. you should email me if you enjoy them, we could make something cool.”

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