From the bedside of a dying man.

Ask me what the finger wrote and I would stop, startled into visions of pages of white which I pencilled with numbers in blue tracing streets in blackened rivers on an old map gathering dust the paper yellowed by time, corners thumbed into shreds turning as brittle as the parchment skin of your hands that…

A poem by Lily Myers

To a Girl Who Doesn’t Yet Know “First you are untouched. I won’t say pure, which brings to mind white dresses and eyes that linger on the fabric like oil stains. But untouched; in a world of your own making, dancing around a rainbow scarf (the inexplicable object of your adoration) on the carpet of…

AtoZ theme reveal.

Okay, it’s that time of year. Time for the AtoZ blogging, for long-time followers, the April thingie I do. If you do not like poetry, now is the time to de-link/unfollow me. Yes, do something about it (fair warning) because this year, I am exploring poetry forms. It’s new to me too. Yes, I am…

For my daughters.

I give you this cloak in shades of grey that sat on me when I was young. Yes, it’s rough, hand-woven and stained, a hand-me-down from my mother who herself wore it lightly slung. My father frowned when he saw me in that cloak as he looked away, his eyes held a tear but no…

Muri Ghonto

Sometimes your words cleave into me Like that bonti that ploughs the fish The head, cut apart through the middle Dead pan eye looking at me Accusingly. I, yes, I am the reason That katla was dragged from the water Out of the languid depths of the pond That was its home. I thought I would…

The Playlist

The nib sticks to paper the ink has dried my words shred the page and shrivel inside I have my music though, who needs to write? I have those songs of yester-years carefully compiled. The playlist is a time-machine, it took me there today to that home of long ago, to time that played on…

From a waiting room.

Lady in the waiting room  Vermillion smeared on fore head.  Sandal paste on your neck Hands buried in beads  Fumbling fingers moving The mouth chanting a prayer As your mother’s tired eyes wait Her hand clings to her colostomy bag Patiently, just as the doctor said. I see you have come from the temple His…

Just this. 

How can I let you know That choices are never choices That the options you have Are often governed By voices, not your own? That feelings are just feelings They pass. What hurt yesterday Today is water off a duck’s arse.  You change, those ideals You wear high upon your breast, They change. You think …

Death wish.

I carved myself a death wish the day you died “Not one day over forty two”, I said “I cannot live more than half a life Without you.” I was denied.  Nights like these I am glad that I am alive.  When I watch my daughters dance And think of nights of chance With you,…

Sole-fully. 

I saw an ad for a shoe ‘One sole several straps’ One can change colours, One of life’s many hacks. I paused, amused by the line Your face shimmered before me Un-synchronized in time and space A glint,  a smile only I could see. I reached out, “I am ready,” I said Take me away…

Red Boots

When I was small I had red boots How I adored them, I marked each shoe ‘L’ and ‘R’, lest I wore them wrong Lest someone saw and laughed, Lest I ceased to belong. I would dance on demand, I’d pirouette For a clap of hands, a compliment Till my father saw me in those…

Indifferent

I ventured into the world to share my indifference There was no love in my well laid plans No debilitating emotions to weigh me down. No nervous paraphernalia of fluttering hands. When I was born you whispered in my ear: and that was enough as I lay in the afternoon sun shivering on the cold…