And I danced as if a wild thing
had entered the forest of my beats
A soundless ballet through dark halls
while brooding chairs sat on haunches
like sad ogres about to weep
I served up all my lonely nights
the love that stabbed in the guise of moonlight
twirling like a smile over un-kissed lips
fading like a flower in summer’s grip
the rain-drenched roses near the fence
killed by the heaviness of tears unwept
the joy that parting could never ease
With the feet of thunder hurtling down hills,
the feral spirit when it found the gaps
turned into a storm and wrecked the peace
A shoe hangs from a dusty fan
The curtain has eloped with the breeze
© Reena Prasad

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About Reena Prasad

Reena Prasad is a poet from India, now based in Sharjah. She has several poems published in English anthology collections (Change, Indus Valley, Love in Verses, Musings—a Mosaic, eight anthologies by Barry Mowles and Friends and 10 of Brian Wrixon’s anthologies, also in online jounals: Carty’s Poetry Journal, Indian Ruminations, Indian Review and in online magazines such as Youth Ki Awaaz and Thanal Online. . Her poems have found place among the winning entries in contests by Writer's Cafe, Ekphrasis India and Poets Corner. She is a contributor to many international journals like The Copperfield Review, First Literary Review-East, Angle Journal etc

10 thoughts on “Solo

  1. Louis Kasatkin

    ” Solo ” is almost kinetic in the way it conveys the passion and energies involved in dance. The subject matter itself redolent with metaphor and allegory that is brought to a climactic final line of , ” the curtain has eloped with the breeze “.

  2. Lopa Banerjee

    Such a beautiful celebration of the ethereal dance of your poetic soul! Each and every line danced in splendor and grace, even the tinge of melancholy! Another masterpiece of yours 🙂


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