Come late Though It Is
Come
late though it is,
October
becomes me.
Ice
drifts
On
Creamy
skin
Flaking
Chipping
away
Chiselled
holdings.
I
am mould.
Mildewed
tanned gold.
Remoulding
To
build a new me.
Again.
Seasonal
change
Clarity
on crystal rocks
Shining
lichen engraved.
My
castle stands on these.
Foundation
rock mine.
Airy
aspirations yours.
Woven
green longings.
Winter
withheld.
Cast
away. Denied
Reclusive
autumn hides.
Brilliant
blood strewn
Red
leaf soggy mud.
Leaves
huddle
Trampled
paste
Of
sin sodden souls
Fermented
fecundity.
Saddened
Dead-end
dreams.
Desiccation of grey desolation.
Autumnal Hangover
Crunch
Absolution
Munches
Lunchbox
of leftovers
Titbits
from carnal feast
cornucopia
of youthful
transgressions
and
excesses.
Fast
is purification.
Cleansing
underfeet
Jettison
mud caked
Boots
Upon
doormat
slushy
trash.
Purge.
Insert
catheters of catharsis.
IV
drips of reflections.
Be
bland. Carefree.
A
happy nude Botticelli.
Footloose
fornicates.
Onlookers
at
Autumnal
fair
At
apex of Ferris
wheel.
The
Carnival
consummates
Popcorn
longings.
Fairground
clodded
With
hard heeled boots
Tramp!
Slosh!
Trap.
Goose
Stepping over
Ruts
and ravines.
Shell
boiled peanuts,
Candy
floss and popcorn.
Suck
on the sauce dripping
from
crisp Spring rolls.
Nap
on the merry go round
Oblivious.
Carousels,
horse stalls.
Hidden
signs.
Show
and tell,
Blatant.Bodacious.
Atoms
of me
Wade
and drown,
Drown
and wake,
In
Waves
of ubiquity.
Oblivious
to opinions
Obvious
in the
Mona
Lisa
Face
Of mystery.
No
one can cure me
Of
Autumnal
hangover.
I Stand By Me
My
world spun, word song
My
Götterdämmerung is
Spent
yarn.
Fun
stranded shrapnels
broken
beer bottles on
Empty
salacious beach.
Starved
seashells gaunt
Haunt
curvilinear doom.
Panic
rooms recessive dooms
Ravenous
looms thread life
yarns
swapping a tale or
Two,
a weft here,
A
warp there,
Or
a solitary woof.
Echoing
sea wind caverns
Salt
drenched brine,
Declare
fossil records.
Death
imminent.
Immanent.
Come
on. Declare.
Wait
is done. Dare to deceive
The
big reveal.
Else
I-alone.
Then-this
universe.
Shams
shamrock. Maya.
Netted
nifty cast of
Master
illusionist.
November
throbs in my blood
Money
clanks in till.
Closed
cash register.
Going
home.
Far
away from here and dear.
Unknown
yet.
Own.
Beetroots
soup
Up
stagnant blood. Carnal
Scarlet
eye. Harlot desire.
I
hold out. Wanton still against
Frightening
December chill.
I
rummage. Feral ferret inside.
I
desecrate pillows. Make
Love
to myself. Hasty chaste
Wasted.
Want not.
Gratuitous
grace.
I
have dug in my heels
To
be alone.To connect.
To
confirm my business.
Slippery
wet Is-ness.
In
this last dug out
I
take the final stand.
Beginning to Like
It Alone
To
be alone is to begin.
To
be alone is everything.
Everyone
is vaguely me.
Everywhere
is internalized.
Inside
my hollow curved spaces.
I
fill up with my longing.
Me
touching,
You
loving.
Screams
scrolled tight
Translucent
sea shell screen.
Keening skin.
River
pierce pores.
Being
beautiful is exhausting.
Refuel
on poetry.
I
read. Religious tracts.
Medieval
acts.
Barbarous
facts.
New
age tact.
Politically
correct
Post-modernist
sacrilegious pacts.
Frustrated
profane.
Pre
menopausal acts.
Crisis
of midlife blasphemes.
Hilarity
peaks
Passion
beaten to stiff crests.
Troughs
realize infolded longings.
Stamina
wanes.
Chilled
ardour absinthe taste.
Noir
Crème de menthe.
I
sing like a siren banshee
Ushering
shipwrecked riches
Beyond
enjoyment.
Lighthouse
conductor of seminal
Orchestra.
Femme
fatale Mata Hari Casandra
Not
Helen of Troy.
Agent
and spy, No passive
Paramour
or toy.
Lightning
strikes flash floods
Of
Divination.
Orchestration.
I
am indeed
All
that I can be
I
am.
Heisenberg’s Autumn
Uncertainty
is a sandwich, stale
Meat,
cradled lust in crusty
carbohydrate
comfort.
Hoarding
memories.
Honey
jars
Last
three thousand years
If
untouched.
If
you didn’t observe it
It
didn’t happen.
And
Light moved faster than
thought
both
as wave
And
particles.
Only
You
never knew
which
happened
Or
When.
Dragon’s
eggs lie fecund
For
a millennium.
Money
stashed in stoles and
Shawls,
saris for a
Rainy
day.
That
ever comes.
The
Squirrel gathers nuts
Forgets
where it hides.
Transactions
Past.
Declining
Present
Reclining.
in
Future.
Fissile.
Life
lingers, yearns
To
be spent.
To
be exhausted.
No
nest eggs for new morrows.
How
much shall we borrow?
Time
Knight
skeletal, grins,
Will
tomorrow come?
Can
the morning make
It
on time?
Meanwhile.
We
make robust love.
Clinking
in dry armoury
Skulls
cascade, bones ripple
chalk
white calcium oceans,
An
arsenal.
Adonis
is adored.
Helen
feted.
For
mourning's sake, rejoice.
Awake and sashay around brutal
Palace
of Sol.
Dream-time
bound duties.
Chime
on and off the hour.
My
hours eaten up.
My
hours melting ether.
Radioactivate.
My
hours, countable nouns.
Let
me go through the arc.
Let
me breach sunshine.
Lathered
in puerile photons
Cascaded
packet of energy
Peeling
kernel from innards.
Those
chewy residual bits
Retort.
Hell
spewed shells.Bomb shelters.
This
is a Halloween mass,
A
pumpkin eaters caveat.
My
hours are long due.
Mi
Casa. Su Casa now.
Happy
hours spent.
Protons
prurient seeded
Deeds.
Growth
and evaluation
Structured
self needs.
Amrita Valan is a writer from Bangalore, India and has a master’s degree in English Literature. She has worked in various professions, ranging from the hospitality industry, BPOs and as content creator in deductive logic and reasoning in English.
She is currently a stay-at-home mom to her two boys.
Her work has been published in many anthologies and online journals. The anthologies include, Poetica 2 and 3, To Be or Not To Be a Writer, The Poet’s Christmas Childhood and Faith anthologies, Divided: A Poet’s Stance, The Ink and the Sword, Down the Rabbit Hole, Fire and Ice, Earth Wind Rain and Fire Anthology, The ImpSpired Vol 7& 8 Anthology, The Alien Buddha Wears a Black Bandanna among others. Her poems and stories Have featured in Spillwords, Café Lit, Café Dissensus, Shot glass Journal, Oddball magazine, Modern Literature, Indian Periodical, Potato Soup Journal, Literary Yard, Poetryand Places, LothLorien poetry Journal and Portland Metrozine among many others.
Arrivederci, (Goodbye till we meet again), her debut collection of fifty poems about arrivals and departures, farewells and hopes of reunion, love loss grief and recollection is published on Amazon as of 7 May 2021.
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