Wednesday, May 29, 2013


An homage to some amazing women, who were amazing through everything, at all junctures in their lives, whether being celebrated, or burned at the stake.

We’ve waited for the first snow of the season
For a while now, especially my little son

I peek from the picture window
To look for signs of a wintry mix
The weatherman was dead wrong
The sky is so beautiful it makes me smile
Ouch! I need lip balm
Winter sky clearer than ever
Orion strides confident Sirius at his heel 

At my feet
Incongruous on a woebegone Sunday night
Blooms a flirty blood red Amaryllis
In a pot of blue and white chinoiserie 

Starry starry night
I wish I may I wish I might wish upon a star tonight
Or on the geometry of lilies
That look so like stars come down from the firmament
Mandalas on my freshly mopped floor
Om Hrim

Star of David
Najmat Dawuud 

Lily in a pot, Lily Potter
Born in Aquarius in the sixties
With startling green eyes
Whose love rendered the Avada Kedavra useless
Against Harry 

A lily white

Pure and bright
Star of Bethlehem
Grows next to the red one
In her own pot of clay sweet-smelling 

Sweet baby Jehanne
Martyred at scarcely nineteen
Ended a war of a hundred years
You live forever in our hearts 

My eyes are drawn toward
The picture frame on the shelf
Compelled by the star shapes
Of yellow trumpet lilies
Seven on a stalk
Proclaiming their brassiness on a golden afternoon 

I get up to feed the fish
The sea cucumber the sea urchin and the starfish
But it’s only the aforementioned star shape I see with new eyes
Stargazer that I am tonight
Methinks there’s something different about him tonight
Aha!!!! Pentagram not hexagram
And if he should lose a limb he’ll grow another, the smart one
Also Vitruvian Man the symmetrical one
Starfish, reflections of celestial stars on the ocean floor 

On the refrigerator door is a calendar
With golden pentacles I’ve given my son
On days he’s done his chores
Seals of approval that’ll earn him cash
And a work ethic and some righteous amour-propre I hope
Solomon was given both knowledge and wisdom I’m reminded
And wish the same for my cherub 

I look out again
Okay so it’s getting cloudy now
Can’t see Cetus nor Andromeda
Not Perseus neither
It’ll snow or sleet or rain we’ll see
And my lilies will wilt with the heater on
I’ll water them well poor dears
And let them pretend it’s the Sundarbans in here
And I’ll be happy for the bare necessities
And Raksha Baloo Bagheera
And Kaa?
The googly-eyed one who hissed “Trusssssssssst in me”?
Should I? Trust? Him? 

Ha! I won the staring contest. 

Images of a littoral mangrove flood my imagination
Edenlike in their beauty
I have the distinct sensation of shedding exteriors
A clay mold splits open and I step out Woman
Red haired in a blue denim dress
My baby boy on my hip

                                                              ~ Sonali

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