The Murky Rain: Attempting a roseate sonnet

 

The little girl slices through the deep blue blush, the rain tears the clouds asunder

Beneath the flickering street light, her thin frame bursts in a hungry deluge.

Moored in the murky edges of the city, where the night traffic diminishes,

In the rain waters she unbuckles, finds her refuge.

 

Strands of her hair misplaced, she had sold framed photos of goddesses

Her bony body swimming through the unending vortex of urban vehicles.

The traffic honked, washed ashore the practiced voices of denial,

A middle-aged woman stopped the car, called her inside in unknown syllables.

 

Inside the damp walls of the unknown ‘home’, voices, flesh and bones

Crisscross, sex-starved beings haunt and whistle, rippling through hungry moans.

 

Rummaging through her, ghost voices swim, fall with a dull thud.

Outside, near the filthy gutter, her little teeth gnash the stale breads.

Swirling in the night rain, voices of her washed out childhood, her lost village

Ebb and flow, the rose bud of her being torn up in shreds.

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Metamorphosis: Poem published in READ FINGERS

Note: A poem reflecting on the estrangement of a couple in love, published today at READ FINGER Journal. Do read, comment and share:

Memories of hands clasped,

lips locked, tasting

The intoxication of contentment,

remembered, outlived.

Memories floating

in languid waters, the amplitude

and awe of picking pearls

and weeds, together

as the man and wife;

only an act of encoding, storing

and retaining a past

that no longer matters.

To read the full poem, do visit:

http://www.readfingers.com/portfolio-item/metamorphosis-by-lopa-bhattacharya/