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

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.

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