Posted: December 14, 2014 in writings
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Image: Off the net

Image: Off the net

She sits on the
edge of a precipice
mad and wanting
with death hanging over
like mistletoe
she calls it a
meditation on life.

She is fragile
as a dragonfly’s
netted glass wings
with eyes
like waves that
gush forth and recede
from a kohl-rimmed shoreline.

She climbs her life up
skirts gathered
cheeks flushed scarlet
as one would
an ancient mountain
where she goes
a plume of stardust follows.

She is the one
without a map
but she says she has
a heart
deviant though
shouldn’t that do
just as well?

© Anuradha Prasad

(Wrote this during the Poetry 101 course i did with masterpoet Judyth Hill)


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