walking past the hawker
by the old roundabout,
the smell of biryani
rising
sticking to the dewy October night;
it was 10:45,
there were construction workers,
their clothes still grey
from the dust of tomorrow’s homes,
students on motorcycles,
rucksacks large on their backs,
phones singing in their ears,
three skeletal dogs,
milling around for scraps..
clouds peered through soft lit windows
watched television with huddled forms,
a bored pole star
heard an implosion ten degrees west,
wished he could inch closer,
on a low branch of a yawning gulmohar,
an insomniac crow,
read aloud from the Masnavi…
a newspaper flapped against a silver light pole,
scaring bandicoots
that crept out of the drains,
a car backed out of a creaking gate,
bollywood beats fading to a whisper
as it sped away…
I saw none of it.
Heard not one sound.
the smell of meat and spices
still stained a forgotten air,
as if canopic jars
filled with the remains of an eviscerated past,
had been opened,
smashed on the ground,
so fragments of mummified time,
could run their brittle fingers
through carefully coiffured memories;
I saw none of it.
Heard not one sound.
but there were voices,
and bodies,
and stars arranged in looping cursive font,
it was 10:45,
on a dewy October night,
by the old roundabout,
it was another time.
This is so rich in description that I felt absorbed by it. That is meant to be a compliment as I cannot quite express how beautiful this is!
“fragments of mummified time,
could run their brittle fingers
through carefully coiffured memories”
Wow!
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Thanks so much…glad you liked it.
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Mmm I love these descriptions. I can smell and hear all of it.
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Thank you 🙂
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Very evocative, an excellent write.
Anna :o]
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Thanks so much Anna.. 🙂
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oh I love Biryani :p
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I like how you describe scenes, scents and happenings but you were never there…fabulous! I especially could smell those spices and the biryani…even though I wasn’t there either…love Indian food!
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Thank you, glad you enjoyed it 🙂
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For every human
heaven there
is a hell
burning
darker..
but always
potential
for
change..:)
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That’s true I guess…thank you Katie 🙂
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I love it when a poet slows down time & chronicles & catalogs all about them, spilling poetic light on heretofore undiscovered portions of landscapes. Interesting too to show that your narrator was not totally in tune with the specifics of the surroundings, juxtaposing routine & hurry to the beauty of specificity. I like the lines /so fragments of mummified time/could run through their brittle fingers/through carefully coiffured memories/.
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Thank you Glenn, appreciate your comment very much.
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You have drawn the reader right into the atmosphere of this poem! Well penned.
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Thank you Mary 🙂
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I loved the specific time – it was both grounding and magical…some moments are like life trapped in amber – wonderfully conveyed
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Thanks so much Jae Rose.glad you liked it.
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Marvellously evocative descriptive writing – you do have to have a creative soul and be able to be still enough to truly notice to be able to write this well…. Great stuff and a treat to read… With Best Wishes Scott http://www.scotthastie.com
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Thanks so much. Greatly appreciate your kind words Scott.
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Excellent writing 🙂
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Thank you Sanaa 🙂
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A great sense of time an place.. One I’ve never experienced, yet you describe it so well I’m sure I would recognize it if I ever was there.
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Thanks so much Bjorn.
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I admire the sense of time and place, putting me there with you ~ Yet, our memories are different, of another time & place ~ Like the “carefully coiffured memories” ~
Thanks for sharing at D’verse and see you at Haibun Monday next week ~
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Thank you Grace.
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you have drawn me into your web of words and captured my mind with this intimate epic explosion.Now, I need to breathe.
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Thank you so much Tio Stib. Has your book on Payeto been published now? All the very best.
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