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

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About Reena

Reena R is a poet/writer from India, currently living in Sharjah (United Arab Emirates). Her poems have been published in several anthologies and journals. She is the Destiny Poets UK's Poet of the year for 2014 and one of the editors of The Significant Anthology released in July 2015. She won awards at ‘World Union Of Poet’s’ poetry competition, 2016 and at "As You Like It International Poetry Contest’. She won the Reuel International Prize for poetry, 2018.

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.

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