Sunday, April 9, 2017

Day 10 of NaPoWriMo: Write a portrait poem

Day 10 of NaPoWriMo: Write a portrait poem


A line of oil lamps
flicker shadows
into the mouth
of the temple.
Outside the line of light
all is loud and dark,
full with heat and
cars honking deep
in the valley below.
Behind the water moat,
you stand by the line
of empty shoes
your feet fully clad in the
day’s time and soil.
Hands interlaced
cradle your black hair;
the space between your arms
sharp triangles of night.
Your eyes search
for answers
as the clouds cup
monsoon rains
and flood the air
with ozone and thunder.
From your mouth, not a whisper.
You look far away,
past this temple,
past its silent marble
that you will not walk on,
will not touch with naked feet.

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