Day One, Lockdown

Blame my neighbor’s titillating apparition
who has drained her stock of Botox 
by the first day of isolation – I feel 
the hairs of my nape whisper, and at first 
I know not how to recognise her, 
then words form a sighing communication.

The first of the days of isolation. A gust of larks 
and common pigeons sweeps the lane in-between.
She talks from her porch and I from mine.

There seems nothing else to talk about but this, nowhere to go but here, 
no man exists save those we see.
For one who takes pride in tales of her 
exotic traveling she hides her thoroughfares well.
From an unseen corner howls of the pariahs say –
Truth passes the place. Then silence.

Later I call Donna, “How are the things over there?”
Noise of sneezing and coughing answers.
“How are you?” Yet my mouth utters, “All 
will shine back to summer high.” 
Droplets of hope traverse the length of ether.

 

 

 

Kushal Poddar
Illustration Nick Victor

Authored ‘The Circus Came To My Island’, ‘A Place For Your Ghost AnimalsUnderstanding The Neighborhood’, ‘Scratches Within’, ‘Kleptomaniac’s Book of Unoriginal Poems’, ‘Eternity Restoration Project- Selected and New Poems’ and now ‘Herding My Thoughts To The Slaughterhouse-A Prequel’ (Alien Buddha Press)


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One Response to Day One, Lockdown

  1. Kushal Poddar says:

    Thank you, Nick. Hope shall follow you.

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