#008

False rain strews
trills in eloquent bursts,
hidden, elf-faced,
in leaf-atria, shy, whilst
flurries of lush winds
blush ‘cross saxifrage lips-
a tense carmine,

incandescent.

©Mohana Das

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5 thoughts on “#008

  1. Going from “false rain strew(ing) trills” to “incandescen(ce)”–mind-blowingly complex layers of word-pictures here, Mohana. I really am hanging onto your using “lush winds” in the same poem with “false rain”: definitely akin to each other outdoors in a SouthernUSA springtime!

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