Carry Me Home – Fifth Themed Improv Challenge

As a recap, my wonderful friend and fellow blogger – The Dreaming –  and I have decided to start a bi-weekly themed challenge!
The theme I was given this time was “Lavender”, and I gave her “Ripples”.
Please do check out her page, as I’m sure she’ll be putting up something fantastic for her theme! 🙂

This poem was a quick 15 minute write up as usual, but I hope you all enjoy it!

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Carry Me Home

Rolling fields of a purple haze meet the crimson sky above,
Kissing the Sun’s farewell decent, small gestures filled with love.
Reach out your palm like a magic carpet and seat me upon your throne,
Rolling fields of such tranquil dreams, my dearest carry me home.

The scented breeze plays through your strands, leading me across your face,
Caressing my skin, my senses and mind, with your enchanted purple lace.
Guide me through your linear maze in this journey that is mine alone,
Sweet scented breeze, my silent compass, my dearest carry me home.

A forgotten memory resurfaces, strong, as a sketch on your horizon,
Diverting me from the path of my calling, an allure, the sweetest poison.
Hold fast my heart and lead me to the place where I shall atone,
Forgotten memories, a sea of sins, my dearest carry me home.

An endless journey from ground to gate, each step the same as before,
I run, full speed, to My Almighty Lord who is waiting at His door.
Lavender fields in His gracious gardens, where mercy and love are grown,
The end to my journey, eternal peace, my dearest carry me home.

© Naziyah Mahmood, 2014.


First Themed Improv Challenge – Theme: Orchids

My first theme received from The Dreaming is Orchids.

Fajr, the Islamic morning prayer, takes place in the very early hours of the night in Scotland during summer (1.33am!) As such, I found myself in deep thought in those few moments before I took my place at my prayer mat, and thought about what I knew of these beautiful flowers.
I recalled that once, as a child, I had seen a bouquet being given to a grieving family during a funeral, and the silent smile that spread across the lady’s mouth as she stared into the depths of the white aromatic arrangement was one of acceptance and relief.
Is this why, I wondered, the white orchid was known as a ‘sympathy’ flower? I hadn’t known of this before, yet from the expressions given by those receiving the bitter-sweet gift, the quiet meaning behind those elegant petals was clear – even to an eleven year old child.

I then also remembered that I have once heard of these flowers being related to ‘angels’ in many stories, and have also seen images of the angel orchid, also known as Habenaria Grandifloriformis.

The two memories connected instantly, and a method to their amalgamation – in the form of the following poem – sprung to mind.



From a single point you grow so bright,
my sweetest angel.
You spread your wings and soon take flight,
my sweetest angel.

A beauty to rival the rose in bloom,
my dearest angel.
With Heaven’s scent upon your plume,
my dearest angel.

You cast a coolness upon my eyes,
my brightest angel.
Give birth to hope that never dies,
my brightest angel.

Engulf this soul in the warmth of your wings,
my beloved angel.
Ease the path to what eternity brings,
my beloved angel.

Guide me with scent to the eternal gate,
my forever angel.
A gift of love to close my fate,
my forever angel.

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© Naziyah Mahmood, 2014.