Duane’s PoeTree: Reena Prasad writes


The fish curry that kills. Honoured to have yet another poem at Duane’s PoeTree! Thanks a lot Duane Vorhees.

Source: Duane’s PoeTree: Reena Prasad writes

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Duane’s PoeTree: Reena Prasad writes


Always a great honour to be at the one and only Duane’s PoeTree. Do read the commentary by Duane Vorhees in the comments by clicking on the link. That is the most interesting part of it.
Source: Duane’s PoeTree: Reena Prasad writes

Order cannot laugh

 
They sat in neat lines
heads turned towards the left
sitting as they were put
All
except
one
that wriggled its bottom
twiddled its thumbs
rocked on its bum
and created a disarray
forcing the tidy ones
to rearrange themselves
around the mess
in a bid to hide
the chaos
and the sore thumb
laughed secretly
then out loud
and was still laughing
when they threw it out
and formed a new order.
©Reena Prasad

Jasmine-Scented


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Pazhakulam, Kerala                                                              pic :ReenaPrasad

Jasmine-Scented


She waits impatiently for the deep pits can swallow no more

He comes drawn by the lure of quick money. At sunset, the deal is struck.
Three bars of Lux soap, two large bottles of kerosene and coconut oil,
a floor cleaning lotion, jasmine-scented (he insists on it) and 4000 rupees
change hands but no handshakes are expected or given. They vanish into opposite dusks.

She into the house to fasten every window and spray fragrant Oud.
He to the shop to binge on stuff that will quell reason and preserve his sanity.
The night soil stream gallops through sleeping backyards as a well-oiled drunk works diligently,
scooping up and surrendering all his rights, laughing and retching in turn at court orders
spraying kerosene over each load of shit he pulls up till the slabs are cemented back

A moonlight bath with the floor cleaner and a bar of soap
then dinner on a banana leaf left for him outside the locked up house
He opens the last two bottles of toddy dousing the stink of memories
taking home the scent of jasmine, two bars of Lux for his wife and 4000 rupees for his child
which the hospital takes from him once a clean day dawns.
©Reena Prasad

Published in the mini anthology on 19th August 2016
An Anthology of Poems Dedicated to World Humanitarian Day

GloMag July 2016


GloMag is the coming together of poets in their diverse manifestations, thoughts, and expressions – and the visual interpretation of these.

Source: GloMag July 2016


Glory Sasikala deserves all the credit for her painstaking compilation of yet another glowing issue of GloMag. She has been kind enough to include my poem’ Soul Thirst’ and even to find a complimenting image to go with it. Thank you Glory for your benevolence and love. The preface to this issue is by Lakshminarayan Nariangadu.

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Reena Prasad GloMag July 2016

Soul Thirst

Knitted word webs
Extensions of your deft fingers
but with roots in base desires

An ancient being sprouts feathers
Familiar shapes within the filigree
A remembered thirst lives
sunk deep into dried up streams
when possession was not a requisite
to love

My leaves droop on their own
It is afternoon
in the land of ardour
Keep stamping out red ants
from under your trees
but apathy of a soul is final

Let those perfect words
fly into space and
find cosmic slashes
deep enough to cement
but assuage my thirst first
Lend me a soul to drink deep from
©Reena Prasad