Vishu

She bends over daffodils,
clippers glinting in moonlight.
Bells harvested, she blots dew
in a wad of nightgown, slides
back into the house like a thief.

Her ponytail pantomimes a question
as she arranges silver rupees, an oil lamp,
the scripture on a mirror. The heater
cuts on and she jumps, holds her breath
until his evens.

Her palms slide down her throat
to her wedding necklace. She touches
the carved vermillion Ganesh. Upstairs,
an alarm goes off. Pulling the chain
over her head, she kisses it like a Catholic
and drapes it on the mirror.
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Published on April 11, 2012 15:18
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message 1: by Uvi (new)

Uvi Poznansky So lovely and detailed.


message 2: by [deleted user] (new)

Thanks so much!I bring this portrait poem on Vishu every year instead of actually performing the ritual.


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