Hector #glopowrimo #promptday8

(The prompt is elaborate so I will not set it here. Make of the poem what you will…)

The pool blazes in the sunlight

Lit by fires that have no kindling

The smell of smoke that is not there

Abrading my skin, have I touched a nerve?

Hector follows me in the pool at Pailan

The heat is unbearable but chills

Nothing moves, even the birds are still

I juxtapose the camera lens, waiting

Every shot I try to take changes track

It’s all fucked up beyond all repair, I shimmer

Through a maddened dream of swimming

In a strange pool with people I do not wish to know

In this very pool with people I call friends

Hector talks to me with uncertain hands

There’s no Ipsy, she died a hundred deaths

In a space with no boundaries no edges

The moon growls in space, waning

Ekhane to mora koi nei, she says

Hector tells me he can smell the bodies

There are no other truths, only death.

9 Comments Add yours

  1. Donna M Day says:

    Some great images in here.


    1. ipsyb says:



  2. Sangbad says:

    Peppering with mythology and salting with Bengali and Kolkata…loke bhabbe Pailan ki mora-e ki


    1. ipsyb says:

      Oh, you are too kind!


  3. kim881 says:

    I like the mythological references.


  4. This is full of mystery that leaves me wondering. Is Hector a dog? Some dogs do seem to know a lot.


    1. Anonymous says:

      Yup, totally


      1. ipsyb says:

        yes, Hector is a dog! And yes, they get things we don’t!


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