Michal   (Mitak)   Mahgerefteh ~  Poetry    &   Art 

    Poetry and Fine Art 

"The Life of a Hebrew Slave"

I was born with a fist

and a frown, keenly

aware of this dream.


From dawn ‘til the sun

meets the shade I sink

down in the soft mud.


I brook no arguments

as the air is sweaty

and I’m watched with


a stifled gaze. I avert

my eyes to my limbs,

hefty as feathers, and


think of nothing but a

juice of a few grapes.

I smile with a tight lip.


The air trembles, dust

simmers the pyramids,

sending my path into


the Valley. Faith does

not reason this desolated

life. Prayers don’t save! 

*published in VOICES anthology (Israel)