Lady, or: The snows

An 'Arkquain Swirl' whitetrimmingsbright againstsnowy landscape;sumptuously cladgraceful Lady of the Snows;understated coy smile knowsshe's untouchable;floral fur-trimmedcape and muffoffsetherscarletberibbonedbrimmed fancy hat;watery wintrywastes draw away to allowher between bent laden boughsas she floats through them;blood circulatesclose to thesurfaceofrefinedfine cheekbonesflushed like red dress;heavy horizonswelcome home native daughter;untouched by weight of watersshe absorbs the scene;knowing pools darkunblinkingtake itin Twiglets… Continue reading Lady, or: The snows

Fateful, or: Not this

An Arkquain Swirl our fateful first meeting rewrote our lives circumstances were such that I was privileged; the first of your parents to meet you in person; my distraction was due to concern for Mama's well-being after your birth; so, that privilege was totally lost on me~ I was wondering whether we were two or… Continue reading Fateful, or: Not this

Morning, or: One ray of quiet sunshine

My 1st Arkquain Swirl EPIGRAPH: Perhaps I will become a ray of sunshine, to be embraced by your colours. I will paint myself on your canvas.-Amrita Pritam (1919 โ€“ 2005) I've become one ray of quiet sunshine Hoary and modern histories of Jerusalem refract me like precious gems beneath sandaled feet I paint myself on… Continue reading Morning, or: One ray of quiet sunshine