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The swirl


 

A poem a day

 

 

 

 

 

 

2. The swirl
Wings beating in the darkness it flew off
I could see its silhouette
till the sun rose

As it passed me in the night shadows stroked my hair
somewhere near it had come to roost
a perch unseen not unheard

like old love settling into a familiar lair
but my dawn was cruel
Its white was never fair

A hope swung from a branch and then let go
A dead bat hung on an electric wire
that wouldn’t let go

A dream swirled around the sink and sank with toothpaste foam
Each morning the mirror sings an elegy
to a crushed drupe

My skin is a polythene bag
with half a liter  of stale street air
A pin prick is all I need to fly the coop

©Reena Prasad

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The Annual Destiny Poets’ I.C.O.P. Awards : 2013


The Annual Destiny Poets' I.C.O.P. Awards : 2013.

Highly commended in two categories. Poem of the year and poet of the year. Many thanks to Louis Kasatkin who keeps the spirit of poetry alive and kicking with his constant endeavors in encouraging poets and good poetry. Proud to be a member of the Destiny Poets!

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Kunjumon | Destiny Poets


Kunjumon | Destiny Poets.

Kunjumon

Sprawled near the shop door
dangling coir, bright plastics, baskets
flimsy balloon balls, flower pots
and you-
a fallen statue reeking of neglect

Irritating to bustling feet
but they stepped over your motionless form
and left the air fouler
with curses that you inhaled

You were the underworld
without the beard, gun or pot belly
ribs painfully embossed
upon your sallow youth
We fattened up our kids
using your nightmare shamelessly

Mariamma
the luckiest woman of all
three hefty sons she had
A thief, a madman and a drunk but no girls
so wasn’t she blessed!

Septic tanks and cow urine tanks called you
armed with a bottle of the cheapest toddy
you swung down holes
where no devil dared to breathe
scooping up discarded human bits

Our girls under your protective stagger
safe as they quickened their steps
from the lonely bus stop to the
lamp-lit shadows of motherly forms
none would look at their budding youth
while you thrashed out your lungs
and limbs at the road romeos

Kunjumon, you fell out of life suddenly
just like you did everyday
but among the fallen
you still stand tall
©Reena Prasad

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