I remember the roughness of the grass ‘neath my feet as I chased your laughter your tiny steps perfectly matched by the largeness of the man whose fingers you clutched safe in your toddler world. Alas, the footsteps become silent the hand falls away All that remains are the memories of steps once taken Trapped…
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I left you my friend I left you, when drunken, uncomprehendingly disdainfully, shamefacedly (isn’t that we were taught to feel) I turned away my friend. Was I drunk? Were you? Was it an accident we cannot recover from? Those questions haunt us tonight as I wait in this cell I have been condemned to…
Tell me a story.
Tell me that story again, the one I heard upon your knee where fairies scattered fairy dust in little girls’ dreams tell me about the boy again, the one with a heart of gold or of the magical forest where the trees led to other worlds I need the healing touch of your stories…
Thoughts from the Bar Library (a sestina)
Here in this Colonial library dwell long dying dreams dreams once ripe and un broken now beaten and shaded purple not mourning their loss untouched by a human soul Ask me where I leave my soul while I sit in this library how I make peace with my loss Do I smile? Breathe heather of…
That poem
There’s that poem somewhere and it’s not lost it’s not grasping at strange hands at the roadside begging to be bought home. Yet I search for it for I know it’s somehow near and when I find it I will find my home.
End of argument
“What do you see in the same old moon, full of the stale stench of sweat and gloom, surrounded by the unhealthy halo of bitterness it’s unable to outgrow? Look at it,”you laugh, “swimming naked in the dark, vain and unperturbed by your silly emotions, your thoughts… indifferent, even calloused, like a rotting roti hung to dry…
Poetry without borders
I’m delighted to announce that one of my poems is in this book, Poetry Without Borders published by @ATLA It’s available at http://https://www.amazon.co.uk/Poetry-Without-Borders-Anna-Trowbridge/dp/1533469148/ref=sr_1_4?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1464376333&sr=1-4&keywords=anna+trowbridge Now for those of you outside India you have no excuses for not getting it. And for those in India I can cut you a little slack…shall add the Amazon India link…
The welcome.
The clouds brushed my face hungrily as I sat nose pressed against the tiny window pane of that plane bringing me to Goa. The wisps of white leapt and played, snapped at my heels and merged with the greys: forming un-forming…sunlight so blinding like packs of wolves howling at the sky like the stray dogs…
YOU, again.
Like a jar of perfume left open it’s fragrance escaping into the night your memory caresses my thoughts brushes my cheek gentle as the sweet summer breeze even as I erase you from my days
Fallen leaves
My day lies scattered about like fallen autumn leaves harried and harassed, I look about me. The button I forgot to sew back on, that school skirt that has to be hemmed because it is too long. The draft that awaits correction the piled files to be read, the chicken sweats in the kitchen waiting…
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