#032

his fallen muse-
a mermaid avatar
blurs in the cacophony of
sunsets, and
sea breezes-

her future, a whisper cold
mapped on an atrophied conch

the moon can no longer sleep
her pregnant shadow obscures sanity

©Mohana Das

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22 thoughts on “#032

  1. Ouch! What has he done? Abandon his pregnant muse so that she has no future but a whisper in the cold? With what beautiful lines do we go insane. No wonder the moon mourns her!
    “the moon can no longer sleep
    her pregnant shadow obscures sanity”

  2. This totally blows my mind and is one of the best poems I’ve read in quite some time. Your first and last lines are my favorites.

    I just adore short poetry packed with imagery, sound play, and vague story that leaves much to the imagination. Bravo.

  3. Your poem is like an ancient legend to be shared though out the community as a teaching tool….. an ancient moon song. So inspiring, Mohana. Thanks so much.

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