Quicksilver Dark

 

A passing petal’s passion
blooms a grassland in me;
today tiredness toes point
to the point where sky disappears,
and the field begins. 

I follow
the fragment of a flower unknown,
imagine the fragrance, and 
the cushion nowhere may lay
beneath one’s free-falling behind.

I blink, and the kitchen pane
lives to fulfill its prophecy and pain,
and the room darkens; something
incites slumber, and some things
leave me wide awake, lethargic
to switching on the lights.

The morgue like cold of the scullery slab
supports my elbow. Close the eyes – I instruct 
my lids – see a rainbow, albeit I keep watching
the patterns the petal has thatched, 
the path now obscure birds take, and they all
look one, tiredness in flesh, flying to evanescence.

 

 

 

Kushal Poddar
Illustration Nick Victor


This entry was posted on in homepage and tagged , . Bookmark the permalink.

One Response to Quicksilver Dark

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.