I caught a sunbeam for Cara by Mamta Madhavan

Deceptive clouds –
(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.

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