for seeing ibex leaping across desert sands
Ruth Fogelman was born in England and has lived in Jerusalem’s Old City for most of her life. She is the author of four books. Her poems, articles, short stories and photography have appeared in anthologies and various publications in Israel, USA and India, including Arc, Back to Joy: Little Reminders to Help Us Through Tough Times, The Deronda Review, Prosopisia, Poetica, and the International Literary Review. Ruth holds a Masters Degree from the Creative Writing Program of Bar Ilan University and leads the Pri Hadash Women’s Writing Workshop in Jerusalem. Visit her website at http://jerusalemlives.weebly.com
Recent articles by Ruth Fogelman
Im ein ani li mi li… an English child who does not understand the words of her song.
The wind returns
after scorching days of motionless air
The time when darkness
mingles with the light
will very soon be a speck of history,
Early Morning In Elul Villanelle The old woman sits at the Western Wall. Although she’s toothless and her eyes are dim, She sits and waits for the shofar’s call. Around her shoulders a white shawl, Her face sags, her expression grim, The old woman sits at the Western Wall. Across her hands gold bracelets fall, Read more
Sunday wakes up stretching arms and yawning.
On Tu B’Av maidens dressed in white
borrowed robes with flowers in their hair,
dance in the fields under vines until night.
Jerusalem, no more do you cast your light.
No more a pinnacle of joy in men’s eyes,
Your days are drowned with night.
Layers of soot and smoldering ash coat every alley.
“Can you help me, please?” I ask a young woman
in spiked heels and hijab.