The retreat

Here the afternoon’s gold
plays with my eager shadow
Life twirls in a rain-spray skirt
heavily drenched with the scent
of a Casanova breeze

Glistening  black rocks
drape their weeds
over a full moon tidal spree

Boughs fish for stars in a silver lake
with curvy vines of green
A lake with lotus beds
wafts away on a buoyant dream

I fly me here often
where every slope rolls down to home
Sorrow blows its nose
and I remain merely
a cloud weeping down a tree
-Reena Prasad

This entry was posted in Poetry on by .

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

5 thoughts on “The retreat

  1. Louis Kasatkin

    The unsuspecting reader becomes gently ensnared in Reena’s idyll.
    The poem’s deceptively straightforward style is undercut with
    intimations of a somewhat darker hue albeit one that is none too
    visceral,” sorrow blows its nose ” as a line of poetry.,is priceless.


Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *