A jinx
A grim fate
A cloud of monsoon gone for a burton.
Frazzled limbs of mountain ash
Heave an icy sigh
Along the parched wilderness
Mingling with a faint gurgle
Of feeble creeks and gorge.
Hyacinth dissuade hyenas
From hiding. Chameleons
Lickety-split scuttle up the twigs.
Sore afraid
Unsightly monstrosity
Shadows decapitated
A wheeling eagle bends his pate
Coldly explores every avenue
You tried to ruin me,
But I was lying supine
Underneath my smoky grey eiderdown
On the floor inlaid with
lambent embers, cinders
and dust
My humble post, a belated response to Tuesday writing prompt challenge hosted by Go Dog Go. I thoroughly enjoyed participating.
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Smita Ray is the mother of two lovely kids and hails from northeastern India. Her perpetual displeasure arising from the hypocrisy in the society underneath the semblance of religion, culture as well as the conditioning for compliance urged her to put down the impressions in her mind. In her spare time, she likes to have some culinary adventures along with her kids trying new recipes or crafting. She describes herself as
-- a soulmate, a life alighted on the earth catching the rhythm passing by her. A tinge of joy colours her world and lays its feet on the land where revellers are awaiting her to get into the groove.
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