Winter on the Domes

By Eric James Beyer


The snow ignores the call to prayer

And in the night when everyone

Has rushed inside to warmth

The song is somehow beautiful

And not intrusive;

Go on, then, sing away

There are no other voices in the city

And for a time the imams seem

As lonely as the rest of us.



Eric James Beyer is an Istanbul-based writer and the founder of His work has been featured in various digital and print publications, such as The Guide Istanbul, Lunar Poetry, Bianet, Yabangee, and more. He is currently working on publishing his first novel.