Saturday 6 January 2024

Two Poems by Abel Johnson Thundil

 



Giving Birth


I feel the mountain push against the air,

Growing red in the frustration

Until it gives birth to the wailing sun,

Unable to breathe under all that blood;

That blood which drips onto the blanket of the sky,

Turning the white fabric pink;

The very pink that calls on to the birds to sing,

The very pink that turns the water into something worth painting,

The very pink that stops the red child from wailing,

So that it can smile upon the purple earth,

And play with the darkness for long enough,

Until it runs to the other side of the earth,

To rest and return…

I feel the mountain push against the air,

Growing red in the frustration

Until it gives birth to the wailing sun

Whose cry awakens the world…

 

 

Guidance


I am a lighthouse with a broken bulb,

Unable to attract the wandering and the lost;

All alone

And spinning without light,

Without purpose,

Without a crowd to embrace my shores…

I’m stuck here

All alone,

With these waves that try to kiss my feet

In vain,

Stopped by the very rocks

Which hold me in place…

I am a lighthouse with a broken bulb,

Unable to attract the wandering and the lost,

Forever stuck with the sea

And the rocks

That know their place…


Abel Johnson Thundil is a young poet from India. He is the author of two anthologies of poetry. His poems are sometimes sentimental, sometimes dark; but always with a madness that’s very enjoyable. His works have appeared in The Hooghly Review, Fevers of the Mind, The Whiskey Mule journal and other publications. His latest anthology, ‘Wilted: poems of modern tragedy’ is available on Amazon: 

https://www.amazon.in/Wilted-Tragedy-Abel-Johnson-Thundil-ebook/dp/B0BG95TGHP/ref=mp_s_a_1_1?crid=H0CIVL4UV8D3&keywords=wilted%3B+poems+of+modern+tragedy&qid=1666888623&qu=eyJxc2MiOiIwLjcxIiwicXNhIjoiMC4wMCIsInFzcCI6IjAuMDAifQ%3D%3D&s=digital-text&sprefix=wilted+poems+of+modern+tragedy%2Caps%2C277&sr=1-



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