The swirl


Wings beating in the darkness it flew off
I could see its silhouette till the sun rose

As it passed me in the night
shadows stroked my hair
somewhere near it had come to roost
a perch unseen, not unheard

like old love settling into a familiar lair
but my dawn was cruel
its white was never fair

A hope swung from a branch and then let go
A dead bat hung on an electric wire that wouldn’t let go

A dream swirled around the sink and sank with toothpaste foam
The morning mirror sang an elegy to a crushed drupe

My skin is a polythene bag
with half a liter  of stale street air
A pin prick is all I need to fly the coop.

©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

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