Wednesday, 7 February 2024

One Poem by Anise Algin

 





Moonlighting love
 

Love is a painter

Brushing over dirty streets

Brightening them with magic colours

Azur, emerald, crimson



Love is a chef

Working with magic spice

Making a morning porridge

Burst with berries and cinnamon



Beware though, lover, of moonlighting love

Who, like a skilled salesman

Will sell you vices

Anger, insecurities

As desirable gifts



Anise Algin is the pen name of a missing mathematician whose pieces are found here and there in various fiction and poetry magazines.



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