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The Sulking
Sunflower

From the collection of
love songs from prison

By: Ezzat
Goushegir
More about Ezzat Goushegir

Our Interview with her as an Iranian born women author.

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No sunflower has ever turned her face away from the sun,
except this one in the corner of the prison yard.  
Her face leans on the wall,
her frail stem curves towards us.
The seed fell in the prison
yard from a pigeon’s beak
when the bird heard the
torturing sound of
whipping lashes from the
interrogation room.
The pigeon sighed
and the sunflower seed,
released from its mouth,
fell in the empty prison yard.  
The seed felt deserted,
and desired not to flourish.  
The seed preferred to
remain barren.  
The seed was depressed.  
But drops of rain penetrated
her body and whispered their
soulful melodies:
-If you remain barren, you’ll
integrate with the soil, and
that’s it!  The end of you!
The words swept away the sunflower seed’s
misery.  She grew under the sunless sky and
her yellow petals blossomed.
Now the frail sunflower
leans against the wall, sulking.
We turn her face towards us to imagine the
sun in her golden petals.  We whisper to her:
You’re the reflection of the Sun!
But the bitter, resentful
sunflower turns her face
back to the wall again.

The sunflower had never
imagined she would be
born and grown in this
stark, framed yard, and
die in silence.
I draw and embroider
the image of the sulky
sunflower facing the
wall on a white piece
of cloth to preserve
the memory of her,
to make her immortal.
A bird passes through our narrow window of sky.
I wave the broidered handkerchief as a flag to let
the bird know that the seeds of our lonesome
sunflower are waiting for its beak to be taken and
spread out into the vast sunny fields…
The bird sees
the white handkerchief.  
Then a second bird,
and a third.  
An army of birds see us.  
Each one flies down,
each one takes a seed.  
Each one flies back to the sky
.

Perhaps the sunflower
will now turn her eyeless,
pale face towards us!  
Perhaps she will have a
smile on her invisible lips!
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