Tag: Sunra Rainz

There is Comfort Here | Sunra Rainz

May 23, 2022

Because love happens in strange places,
the sun may duck out of view, and
the orchestra of rain-song
cannot drumbeat alone
but only when a-
-ccompanied by
deep timpan-
-ic sound-
-swirl.  

Sunra Rainz is a British Pakistani poet, artist and teacher based in Birmingham, UK.  She has previously had work published in Whispers & Echoes, Harana Poetry, Visual Verse, Free Verse Revolution and two Sheffield Libraries anthologies entitled Re-imagining Ageing and Dear 2021.   

She blogs at www.sunrarainz.wordpress.com and tweets at @NusraNazir

Oh, Mighty Egg | Sunra Rainz

May 16, 2022

said the woman, only you know the 
meaning of unseemly power.  
You writhe with quiet knowing
waiting to undress, slow-
-ly cooking.  I can’t
wait for you to 
manifest
and wake
up.

Sunra Rainz is a British Pakistani poet, artist and teacher based in Birmingham, UK.  She has previously had work published in Whispers & Echoes, Harana Poetry, Visual Verse, Free Verse Revolution and two Sheffield Libraries anthologies entitled Re-imagining Ageing and Dear 2021.   

She blogs at www.sunrarainz.wordpress.com and tweets at @NusraNazir

Denim Blues | Sunra Rainz

May 9, 2022

Perhaps you ought to
try out a new groove.

The truth is
I was only pretending to like
your blues solo.

But I didn’t get
what the funk it was all about.

None of it
made me tremolo.

Sunra Rainz is a British Pakistani poet, artist and teacher based in Birmingham, UK.  She has previously had work published in Whispers & Echoes, Harana Poetry, Visual Verse, Free Verse Revolution and two Sheffield Libraries anthologies entitled Re-imagining Ageing and Dear 2021.   

She blogs at www.sunrarainz.wordpress.com and tweets at @NusraNazir

He Meets Her at the Bridge of Fallen Flowers | Sunra Rainz

October 28, 2021

Let’s talk about cosmology, he said.
What about it? she asked.
I want to know how you stole my soul, he replied.
I steal into everyone’s soul, she said matter-of-factly, to which
he sighed, and a small blizzard formed and fell somewhere above the Alps.
Not so soon, she said, calm now.  It’s still my time –
then shook her hair and a whirlwind of flaming umber
flew across the forests of the southern hemisphere.
You give me goosebumps, she smiled, and with fingers of sun
stroked his cold face, and his ice block heart almost melted.

Sunra Rainz is a Pakistani-born British poet and writer based in Birmingham, UK.  She has been writing for years and has had work published in Red Ink, Visual Verseanthology and work forthcoming inFree Verse Revolution.
Selected by the editor as a featured submission, April 2022