Autumn resurrected, author Reena Prasad; recitation, art, video Michele Baron verses: Autumn resurrected The path turned away from the bustle of life We halted, finally alone with the tall trees The floor, a striped carpet of sun and shade Around us an orange rain of leaves You kissed my hands, gently pushed me down A replay of a younger season In your dark eyes, a scented image lurked Of green mangoes and silver-belled strings… I want this scene to break its waters even if it leaves me irrevocably broken So there I am under the tall trees caressed by a vagrant breeze but it seems this you cannot bear You are on your knees shoveling furiously till the assonance of twin coral-crested baubles beneath a leaf-bejeweled corset dissolves your peace I stretch and fill my autumn grave Deliriously content to be slaughtered by skin, breath and unrestrained vigor my back cushioned by purple heather A delicate conspiracy of creation murmuring its delight in my ears That was then Not long now before you join me under the forest floor A space waits alongside my imprints A space to which I sometimes flee to make sure you haven’t reached before my time is breeched Our spring has spilled over several seasons I am a wistful bloom minus her green sepals You juggle wildfires-a defiant breeze whenever we meet I try to hold on to my cast-off skins But you devour each one, my fanged king leaving me bare A tree birthing itself every autumn. © Reena Prasad, 2014, a poem that appeared in Brian Wrixon’s Autumn anthology
Posted on: Fri, 09 Jan 2015 18:27:09 +0000
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