Lying awake at night, scrolling through e-stores and adding random stuff to shopping carts - here's how I do it. A poem in the grand tradition of Father William!
A poem about the sounds that surround me when I wake up early in the morning,
Streaks of green and yellow iridescence,Silver shiftings,Rings veering out of rings,Silver—gold—Grey-green opaqueness sliding down,With sharp white bubblesShooting and dancing,Flinging quickly outward.Nosing the bubbles,Swallowing them,Fish.Blue shadows against silver-saffron water,The light rippling over themIn steel-bright tremors.Outspread translucent finsFlute, fold, and relapse;The threaded light prints through them on the pebblesIn scarcely tarnished twinklings.Curving of spotted spines,Slow up-shifts,Lazy convolutions:Then… Continue reading An Aquarium by Amy Lowell
And the sun went down.We sat in the twilightHe and he and she andSheAnd of course, I. The ducksSplashed about.The peacocks, hoarselyClaimed territoryAnd of courseTheir mates. A gust of windA rustling of leavesA Solitary crowLate for some eveningAppointment. Disappointment? And the moon cameUp and up slowlySlowlySlowlySlow……ly As we watchedThe ducks flew home.
And this is what is left of youth! . . .There were two boys, who were bred up together,Shared the same bed, and fed at the same board;Each tried the other’s sport, from their first chase,Young hunters of the butterfly and bee,To when they followed the fleet hare, and triedThe swiftness of the bird. They… Continue reading Change by Letitia Elizabeth Landon
The gangireddu is a decorated bull who is taken around the houses in a community as part of Sankranti celebrations. Here's a poem I wrote after my encounter with one a few days ago.