The fort


I am a jagged rock on which the day plays
sometimes a calm morning melody
sometimes an aurulent dusky symphony
Green hanging boughs tease these shores
lapping waves knock on my closed doors
As the day recedes into a horizon afar
I remain in my groove, watching night
spread her mellow blanket of stars
©Reena Prasad 20th May 2013

Sunken gold



Abundant gold
thrown into the sea
sparkling in the crests of little waves-to-be
dazzling inside the curves of frothy swirls
A Midas has drowned
his regrets mirrored by the sky
A lone ship leaves amidst the scattered largesse
to search for its predestined fortune
it makes me want to weep.
©Reena Prasad 26th Jan 2013