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

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One Response to Quicksilver Dark

    1. Thank you, dear friend. Wonderful art.

      Comment by Kushal Poddar on 22 November, 2020 at 5:21 pm

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