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Poetry Feature of Amrita Valan

LANCELOT AS SHALLOT


You are asleep, Wrapped in your cocoon Of silk. Where you weave blind tapestries On an island Sequestered with sable brushes and second sight. I fell Into a polished lake A silver mirror And how the images, bounced back at me. Turgid righteousness, strait laced Black with shame. But azure gold dappled, wavering Memories.


© Amrita Valan


 

With Our Eyes


A poet's soul, keeps Itself hidden while baring all. Heart hard baked clay Mind jello. Writing with a rolling pen Curt Missives. I am scared To share this, my veins congeal Haven't you ever refrigerated honey? A mistake. How to forget, Forgive my eyes Wandering into yours, Melting into each other's blackness. How we avoided Accidental eyelocks Since then. Locking Revelations. So I gaze into the night's Dark ceiling, Imagine star studded bliss, Heaven is, Your stoicism in profile.


© Amrita Valan


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