Deceptive clouds –
(their monstrous hands chase
(their monstrous hands chase
the sun);
rain plays havoc as
she washes him and hangs
on a railroad vine to drip dry.
random lights flicker,
fireflies in the sky,
blackened by
wiped out sunrises;
the stars and moon
stretch out their limbs, cling to
orange clusters of spathodia
along the pavement,
in full bloom today,
fallen yesterday.
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Mamta
Madhavan’s
poetry has been published in anthologies, literary journals and zines all over.
She is the author of many children’s poems and short stories. She is a curator
on staff at gotpoetry.com.
Bay Laurel / Volume 2, Issue 1 / Spring 2013