The Camel Saloon: Spring Eternal.
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A walk to forget
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The waves licked our feet
reminding me of resolute wings
pushing their feathers out through gaps
I had kept hidden
You pointed out the rocks with mossy hair
I saw a stream of clear water trapped in between
A small Gulliver in Brobdingnag
Behind us the sun fell
The darkness was no match
for your angry bewilderment
or my lack of colour within
©Reena Prasad
Published at The Camel Saloon
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The Camel Saloon: My last leaf
My last leaf
The heron is back. Drops quiver at the edge of a wing
I am transfixed watching the last leaf fall yet again
I am the drop easily latching on to a strange feather
yet there is life in the depths for me even if I let go
I am swept by random waves into sandy cups of sea water.
Shells mark the grave where my last desire is buried yet there I will never lie.
I am the liquid surge of the unknown bursting into bloom on a temple tree
My wilderness burbling with distilled essences dances bough and root within me
I belong to the tender rain, the rogue sea, the ephemeral mist and the blossom-kissed tree
yet I am not destroyed by what holds me
unlike the big fish thrashing at the curve of a stabbing bill
My last leaf will never remember me
©Reena Prasad
The Camel Saloon: Kerala rising
A whiff of a land. Thank you Russell Streur
The Camel Saloon: Kerala rising.
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The Second Hump Volume IV
‘Kintsukuroi’ has been included in The Second Hump which is a compilation of the editor Russell Streur’s personal favourites among the poems posted at The Camel Saloon this April.
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The Camel Saloon: Kintsukuroi
The Camel Saloon: Kintsukuroi.
Always a great honour to have a poem featured in The Camel Saloon among Russell Streur’s beauteous Camels.
