On Wearing a Tartan Hijab

It has many coloursIrn bru orangeMehndi redMixed in with crossroads of valley greens and blue and Kashmiri tea pinksLike an Ordnance survey mapWhere maps end and memories beginInhabits my worldLike a sea striding the landAnd estuaries encroaching the oceanOf mixed up ideas and mixed kebabsWhere two tongues join, branch and intertwinewords become half in one … Continue reading On Wearing a Tartan Hijab