Week 4 May 2023
An Ivory Song
By Debarati Sen, 31st May 2023
In a city that has metamorphosed over the years
Dreams hung like barnacles
From the frayed edges of misspelt stories.
In the mauve twilight, catamarans carried sapphire
dreams to far-off shores
In the mind's hinterland, a chaos theory loomed large,
Blurring the gap between space and dimension
We are, but biological robots with consciousness.
Constantly fighting a battle between
the 'self' and 'other'.
Hearts swell like the summer sea glistening
under the scorching sun
In a city that doesn't sleep
The clouds smell of dark rum
The days are hazy like a nebula
The creaks made of hyperspace fury
fill the indigo depths with vermillion poetry
An ivory song blanched in crimson
covers the fag end of a September evening
A primrose on your tongue
tasted of a repertoire of good times
Peacock blue and emerald green shades
shined with abloom aesthetics
As night set in, the moon drowned in my drink
While I shared my champagne
with the Aurora borealis!
poetry to me
By Rupa Anand, 30th May 2023
in party attire
a few words written
hopefully in tune
By Peter A Witt, 29th May 2023
Moon watches neighborhood gossips
trade town secrets on their nightly walk
by the fall river swollen by rain that carries
their verdant whispers down stream.
Street lamp creates a pool of light
through which the taletellers will pass,
bathing their tattling in soft yellowish rays,
bringing their hearsay out of the darkness.
House windows project evening light
of families gathered by blazing hearth fires,
some reading out loud, others patiently knitting,
all hoping the gabbers will pass without intrusion.
Poet's Note: Poem written after viewing: The Gossips Bonchurch Isle of Wight, 1880 - Grimshaw John Atkinson