She walks
Folding the entire Mylapore bylanes
In her nine yards
Lifetime of stories and secrets
Breaks the walls and
Diffuses in the courtyard
When the nine yards
Settles to rest and dry
Hot summers
They all squat around
Games and gossips float like food
Some reserved for
The dry winters to come
Some to be ravened immediately
Winters bring the plants
To parched attention
She frets about the chores
Sagging like half baked food
Unpalatable and yet to be done
She is not able to move around the bylanes
With the chores to attend
Come rains
Confined to kitchen
Courtyard is closed
Waiting for the seasons next
To take over
from the gossips left
Friday, March 20, 2009
Weather saga
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8 comments:
What a beautiful poem. So many strong lines. I can picture a young woman walking in this courtyard alongside parched plants and half baked foods. I feel her anxiety of having to do the many chores this new day presents. Well done. Hope all is well with you today.
I also commented on your poem Look Above. An explanation can be found there as to why it took so long for me to comment. Have a nice day.
This one has strong imagery, folding Mylapore in her 9 yards is a great stroke.
Michelle and Scatter Brain- Thanks a lot for your comments.
Scatter brain- Not able to view your blog.
The courtyard and gateway fun are always remarkable, the world forgets today. nice capture the moments.
Like the "to be ravened" and "sagging like half baked food".
I like this a lot .. strong visual impact ..
Alok
The word "saga" in the title implies a never-ending, maybe drawn out story and the word "ravened" is so dramatically "scavenging".
A powerful piece of poetry that says so much more than what it says.
Intense imagery ! :)
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