Pedalling to Heaven: The Poetry of Abu Bakr

Updated: Feb 17

by Abu Bakr

Graphic: Georgia Preece

Pedalling to Heaven for Self-isolation

After the night my grandma’s daughter was buffed

in earth. ‘Ma gave ears to walls and sowed her voice

in them. no one knows how long she wringed silence

by the neck until a dialect towered from its mouth

She wedges between the hugs of armchairs – her hands

flailing like cities where women bury grief between breastbones.

the color the sun undresses the sky with will always be dark