WHERE I HAVE BEEN WHILE THE TAMARIND
The fitful shade sleeping
In scarlet metronomes of foxgloves
The galloping heart like a seahorse
In the grassy oceans of eardrums
The light as it dies slowly
In the green cleft of silence
The spaces, always the spaces
The left-lings watching from a distance
The angle of dreaming’s elbow
The bone of your sea at evening
The ash flicked from Time’s finger
The pages burnt at the heart
The toes of shell and somnolence
The cool eloquence of stone-song
The air slapped blue with washing
The last rites of indigo and mica
The earth giving up its secrets
At the watery hands of gloaming
© 2009 Sophia Pandeya
