Senryu by Dr Mona Bedi

Senryu by Dr Mona Bedi

whelk shell

his softness

always hidden

fieldstone wall

all my lies

piled up

pandemic still the birdsong



tarot reader

the things she knows

that I don’t

quagmire walk

the situations i try

to avoid

By Dr Mona Bedi, Delhi, India.

'Tis the kernel of it all and also the fruit and essence.

A natural invitation to succumb to life and its temptations
before the clock chimes Putrefaction.

All would be vain without that apple.
Men's throats are keepers of eden's and earth's secrets.

This is why all fig leaves wither;
they will always find the ground.