halcyon hums

Arid chasms that transmute into whetstone

with diamond edges of the petals of water lilies,

hewn out of silvery shards along the ecliptic,

borne upon the plumpness of audacious cravings;

where affluent wisps of halcyon,

ovulate mighty pull of auspices

of the hum of indigenous hummingbirds,

dosing joyous splodges of their gaze

harboured in iridescent swirls of lore

dabbled in delish inflections of spirited longings.

Written in response to Wordle #211 hosted by Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie


Humming Bird











Published by Smita Ray

Smita Ray is a mother of two lovely kids and hails from the northeastern town of India Gorakhpur. 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 with her kids.

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