Homecoming: 1975

 
The street lamps burn
Red flowers pulse
As the wind
Sweeps the lawn–
A ballet of clouds
And the bus moves on
 
To Palayam
Where the Son of God
Flings His arms wide open
To bless boys and girls
And grizzled old women
Sipping rose milk in the evening sun.
 
And a man in a skull cap
Looks up at the sky
As his beard descends
The steps of his world
And smiles as the smell
Of fish at Connemara
 
Strolls up the corridors of your senses
And at your ears
Loud and fierce
The conductor curses
The unofficial tug of the string.
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About VijayNair

I retired as Associate Professor, Department of English, Government Victoria College Palakkad, Kerala. I taught English Language and Literature in various colleges for 31 years. My Ph.D. thesis was on the plays of Wole Soyinka. My collections of verse include "The City and the Hermitage" (1988), "Doors Swing Open" (2008), "Eyes" (2010) and "Whispers of Light in Darkness" (2013). My poems have also appeared in the International Anthologies "I am a Poet" (2013), "With Love" (2013), "Synthesis" (2014) "Poetic Symphonies" (2015) and "Heavenly Hymns" (2015).

14 thoughts on “Homecoming: 1975

  1. John A Fingleton

    I have returned home so many times…and left again…this poem captures the mood…And Oh, I have not alone smelt the fish of Connemara I have also tasted their Atlantic journeys.

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  2. Sarala Ramkamal

    hahahaha a pinch of Trivandrum smells so nostalgically …. well .. Palayam Connemara fish market smell … what a way to put it … what a connection you gave …

    Where the Son of God
    Flings His arms wide open …. hmmm … those hands are certainly open forever … and you have a magic band in yours with words dropping from it …

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