The Bangalore Poetry Festival released an anthology of poems from contributing poets who made the cut. Glad to get my first publication as a Bangalore poet after doing it in Seattle.
Here's the poem in question.
A Lazy Summer Afternoon
Our willowy fingers traced
the shapes of clouds.
One was a face, the other a ship,
a third an army in disarray
One was shaped like the memory we were making,
two clouds floating on grass,
dew kissing their tingly feet.
2 comments:
"One was shaped like the memory we were making, " - I absolutely adore this line. Congrats!
@Vidya: Thanks much. Glad you enjoyed it!
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