As the phoenix rises


The dead albatross hanging round the Ancient Mariner's neck by Gustave Dore

The dead albatross hanging round the Ancient Mariner’s neck by Gustave Dore

 Were it not that Syria is hanging round my neck

 Like the albatross of the Ancient mariner

Were it not that Syria was shot in the heart

Were it not that the owl will not call my name

As it is flying away towards the sun of freedom

Were it not for the death of children

And the endless processions of suffering

Were it not for the crosses heaped upon crosses

As more and more blood stained albatrosses 

Rush to their sacrificial deaths

I would have tossed colours gleaming like jewels

And repainted the world

But the albatross is heavy round my neck

And the mysterious owl will not call my name

And fly with me to count the falling stars.

Owl in the tree

Owl in the tree


Perhaps the phoenix will call my name and Syria’s name

As it rises from its ashes, as it rises.

The phoenix rises

The phoenix rises

The Rime of the Ancient Mariner is a poem written by Samuel Taylor Coleridge in 1789. The image of the albatross which the ancient mariner kills with a crossbow while sailing, was interpreted as representing many things: hope, freedom, flight, holiness of life and innocence. Only by redeeming his crime could the ancient mariner find salvation.

©Alisar Iram


About alisariram

I am an artist, a writer and a researcher. I know Arabic and English . I am interested in music and art of every description. I like to describe myself as the embodiment of a harmonious marriage between two cultures which I value and treasure.
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