Hi Chistina,
No apology required, especially when we return to Indian themes with you.
?Spello in 'cap-nap'? Can't say I care much for the caps at start of each
line. Otherwise enjoyed muchly.
Cheers,
Frank
> Deception
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> I cap-nap on Sundays, black out briefly
> Between midnight and 4am or move
> From room to room, arranging pots. Or sweat
> On the steps reading, until there's load-shedding
> And the power fails. It's evening. Tonight
> It's Tagore's 'Deception'. The air swells
> With pesticide and motorised rickshaw fumes.
> The carpenter warned the flat will flood waist-high:
> The shelves will warp. But Monsoon's months away
> And my mind's on a journey full
> Of sequestration, love and deceit. Now
> There are tears on the page, mucus oozes
> From my nostrils. I can't see to find a tissue,
> Wipe my face on my sari and stain
> The Kanchipuram silk. 'O, all-seeing God...'
> The light goes out. I hear bicycle bells
> And the whine of the Bharat factory siren.
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> christina fletcher
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The Tales of Faust poetry page can be found at:
http://www.hotkey.net.au/~flp/F_index.htm
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