Think of the lass leaving for the harvest Maybe she will be hauled off to their farmhouse, Or maybe they will get her innards out of her body, there and then When they ask her about her dreams Or they talk about women who love catcalling, Their disembowelment heaves to the sight Their eyes overflowContinue reading “away from the farm”
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the possibility
I cupped my hands and gently plouted in the pellucid creek It swamped my empty hands With water and damp leaves I coveted to hold with the possibility of life in its moist kiss and the cues in the narratives of gazumped pelagic swimmers. Written in response to dVerse prompt: Possibility
words
Words His texture, her flavour Or flowers of various colours Endlessly busting out of the soul And sometimes empty altogether We can smell only from afar Without sounding a note
a leisurely day
Silence, a celebration and a song Yields an undefeated day that I long Leisurely humming about an old tune Hoick up my skirt to dance with loons The sea of calm and serenity Today’s benison and magnanimity Thrumming like a pellucid stream A gentle nudge of my cherished dream Goes to Photo Challenge #340 hostedContinue reading “a leisurely day”
spriggy spells
Seven dawns of mallow sprigs burgeoning opaline white and pink wushu, Milkwort and chittling in the broth of roseate tears, Flirting placidly with blue furrica, Ocre seeds venture to nine sprouts of incantation, Listen to the teal foliage and twice the butter blooms. I have written this poem in response to ‘Saturday Mix – MadContinue reading “spriggy spells”
in my own good book
” Good friends, good books and a sleepy conscience, this is the ideal life…”
sustainability
Let’s talk about oppression and subjugation Let’s talk about suffering and grief The curtailment of her basic human rights Think of a woman who not only sustains abuse But accepts, supports and stands up for it A mere embodiment of the most powerful person — her oppressor, her persecutor, the maltreater Tainted with the sameContinue reading “sustainability”
blooms
The cupidity of cracking bonesfor the Psalm of celestial blooms Hemlock,crushed underneath the lids of a mountain,branching out sinewsof souvenirs Cadavers of Canaries birthing night-sodden bonesdripping with moreish liquor A sine qua non for rhythmic foraysof bloomsLeaping lightlyEngulfing the cerulean chasm Photo saved from Pinterest
you gotta believe it
Don’t let it Oh no! Oh no! Oh no! no! no! It ain’t put your nose outta joints The fingers they point Is the quintessence of their defence Out of difference Ha! So put a fence Finally it’s all gonna make some sense O’ yeah, When you’re cut down to size It’s the blessing inContinue reading “you gotta believe it”
don’t choose! ( in the aftermath of the demand of dowry )
I heeded them whipping their own souls If they still had How can you sanctify it or concoct clever excuses? How can you sanctify excuses that come with such cruelness? How convenient it was to be blind to the sufferings and pain you always knew were there? How could you sanctify the vicissitudes of gradualContinue reading “don’t choose! ( in the aftermath of the demand of dowry )”
