Her hazel glance
Shook
The vagabond
Sky.
Idols
Collapsed
In the clasp
Of her limbs.
The hem
Of her skirt
Rose
And disturbed
Herbs
And the hermit
And the silence
Of the forest.
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This poem’s apparent reticence speaks volumes and beckons the casual unsuspecting reader to explore its hidden depths. For instance, could the Dancer be Salome and could the Hermit be John the Baptist ?
Indeed,why not ? I did not have a specific ”pair” in mind but it is certainly a possibility.Thank you very much,Louis.
Viswamithran and Menaka came to my mind which I actually performed in classical dance-baley form on stage when I was small 🙂
I did not have a specific ‘pair’ in mind,Sarala, but the V-M link is most welcome.Thank you,Sarala.
Interesting structure of this poem. Tickles your imagination. Nice one, Vijay.
Thank you,Rahul.