Why is a human accounted sole author
Of these words? Where is the name of the tree
That your axes came to steal and slaughter?
Reader, hear ye the second pen inside
This tale? Wielded by a quick sylvan hand
Through the line-spacings it will glide and slide
Into open hearts the lore of our land
So name also the treeghost that lives here
By your ink first trapped and now set half-free
In word-insects spiked and looping like hair.
Hibah Shabkhez is a writer of the half-yo literary tradition, an erratic language-learning enthusiast, and a happily eccentric blogger from Lahore, Pakistan. Her work has previously appeared in Wellington Street Review, Black Bough, Across The Margin, Borrowed Solace, Ligeia, Cordite Poetry, and a number of other literary magazines. Studying life, languages and literature from a comparative perspective across linguistic and cultural boundaries holds a particular fascination for her.