Category: English

A poem is born of a peapod
pierced by a nail. The shell secretes tears.
An eye grows on crooked thumb
seeds go asunder slipping through fingers
a slimy worm wriggles in mind
a caterpillar is born of the pen
powdery syllables settle on wings 
a butterfly mates with o’s and a’s
impregnating a rhyme.

1 June 2020

‘A Wounded Civilization’ walks past each day, 
discarding dreams, abandoning a chimera
rejecting the city, its riches and the glitz,
sacrificing lives and livelihoods.

Stalked by fear, scared of the virus
starved skeletals walk unfazed
in quickening panic, slipping away
to die or survive, hunger or betrayal
on their land, among their own, their home.

From my terrace I watch
My own homelessness.

Days distort time. 
Light keeps the illusion 
releasing isolated memories.

Darkness dances at night  
the night lends us a mask
night has a woman like ubiquity.

What would you choose to wear
for our next date?
I have picked a shroud.

Your bare feet on my shoes
your arms around my shoulders
i know it was difficult, but,
we did manage to dance!