Poem of the Week–Zeba Honnome’s Home

Zeba Honnome’s Home

Walking into the dome-shaped,
one room hut,
made of earth and straw bricks.
the dome above us
is an architectural marvel.
Each brick starting from the center,
is placed carefully
like spaces on a winding road game board.
There is much laughing and chattering
among the chador clad ladies,
sitting on the dirt floor,
covered with a colorful Persian carpet.
Now and then the ladies stop
and sip tea with sugar cubes,
eat fruit, cupcakes
and smoke the water pipe.
There is only one room,
for sleeping, eating, and entertaining.
This is Zeba’s home
and hospitality abounds.

by E. Marie Francis
Vero Beach Branch, FL

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Comments

  1. Barb Whitmarsh says:

    VERY INTERESTING POEM, VERY VISUAL.

    B.W.
    ST. LOUIS BRANCH NLAPW

  2. Beautiful,
    Thank you for sharing.

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