Friday, January 3, 2014

Persephone's Reprieve

The pomegranate split open
Jeweled on the inside
The sunlight stopped being wishy-washy
Around the whitewashed room
And turned into liquid love
Pouring itself into me
Buds arranged themselves in whorls on
Dark bark stark against the winter sky
To celebrate

The play of shadow and light
On a weakly warm January morning
Bleakly lit up an imaginary archway
On the solid wall
I suddenly knew
Why the caged bird sings
I sang too
To my utter disbelief
To celebrate

Songs forgotten over a lifetime
Came back to me to and made perfect sense.
My feet could almost feel the sweet
Tickle of grass unabashedly growing
Under my feet!
Memories of fireflies in June
Put on a show
In the theater of my mind
To celebrate
                                                                                                                          ~  Sonali

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