hallux: big toe. Plural: Halluces You stopped. Pausing in our conversation, your hallux drew a line in the sand and urged me on ahead: “It’s not the end of the world,” you said. Our short walk together was over, I was to carry on as before. And when I looked back, the line had…
G: gloam #AtoZChallenge
Gloam: twilight. dusk. from high above the concrete jungle over the gloomy city domes the sun slips past the horizon purple clouds concede to gloam a lone star sniggers in our ears: “yours is this parched patch of earth, welcome home!”
F: Flacon #AtoZChallenge
Flacon : a small stoppered bottle, especially one for perfume. I keep you safe away from the prying ether trapped in a flacon that carries your after-shave sparingly opened for fear that the stench of the world will take you away from me. Forever.
E: exequies #AtoZChallenge
Exequies: funeral rites I brought you back home The exequies were over, your body folded away like origami sheets. Ah, but your soul belongs to me.
D: discint #AtoZChallenge
Discint: ungirded. Days forever etched The smell of sun-drenched skin The angles of your body Discint pools of claret Of which I drank too deep.
C: Croodle #AtoZChallenge
Croodle: to cower or crouch down; to draw oneself together, as for warmth; to cling close together, or nestle close to a person; snuggle In my cosmos you were the sun the stars, the light, the dark I clung to you till your harsh words shattered my universe Only I know how your whirling disguise pierced my…
B: Bilboes #AtoZChallenge
bilboes: an iron bar with sliding shackles, formerly used for confining a prisoner’s ankles. To the keep tonight i creep with keys to bilboes where i keep you hid dragging on your chain untamed in confinement tonight you feed on me.
A: aprique #AtoZChallenge
Aprique: sunny. Dawn gives way to aprique skies the games of the night are over for this day i slip off my mask and concentrate on being.
April A2Z Challenge: Theme Reveal 2017
You know, last year at the Austin International Poetry Festival I met some wonderful and talented people. I got lucky and they added me to a secret group where we discuss our work, bandy around with words and generally have an interesting time. Apart from the few people I have actually had the pleasure to…
Glass
I hold your hand Like it is broken glass Shattered, irreparable Capable of piercing The harshest soul. I cry your name Wine coats my tongue Through the water glass The chimes of crystal Echoing in my heart. I see your form Relentless and eternal Ever changing, ever present Reflected in the glass Your face is…
Liaison
There was a white petal that fell to settle upon the face of the dead man. I did not reach to brush it away willing the touch to stay, a fragile and fated liaison between this life and the next.
ipsita banerjee 