LILY SWARN
THE SURREAL BLENDS
The wheel
rotates
Ominously
From this
stratosphere
to another
The
surreal blends
into my being
on a cold
winter morn
Distances
blur
Foggy
mists cast
an uncanny
haze
The here
and now
Becomes
the there
and then
Frosty
chills warm
The oozing
heart
Cashmere
shawls douse
The embers
of love
Snow
mounds blind
The baby
sun's rays
Icy
tentacles tighten
their vice
like grip
Manna
drops like mercy
from
heaven on high
Laden to
the brim
Is Santa's
sleigh
Keep calm
and breathe
The chill
will thaw
Wood fires
glow
Your
heart's ablaze
Smile my
soul
As the
wheel rotates
The
surreal blends
On a cold
winters morn
Copyright Lily Swarn 28.7.2016
HALLUCINTIONS
Nascent
dreams of polypeptide chains
swinging with langurs from the Jakhu hill
Pre
pubescent hormones
Dashing on
Alpine
peaks of
submerged
desires
Fragrant
gazpachos of lurid
Designs
Crawling
up the Pamir knot
Of ancient
hallucinations
Copyright 27.12.2015
THE CHILL
Vultures
and kites had decided the menu for the day
The
squirrels scurried up and down the tree with the finesse
And grace
of ballet dancers
The snow
was tightly packed in mounds and heaps of hellish chill
Deer roamed gazelle eyed
Stepping
stealthily on the icy pine needles
Kamli was
huddled under a tattered blanket
It's
vintage was unknown
Yawning
holes shredded it in pitiable strips
Her
weakened frame
A mere bag
of shivering bones
Barely
alive in this torturous winter freeze
Her home
,the barn was burnt in the fire last
night
Her family
lay burnt to cinders
The blaze
from their simmering ashes long
since dead
Too young to know the magnitude of her loss
Old enough
to know she was all alone
The puppy
near her elbow yelped piteously
Hunger and
chill made them comrades in arms
Child and
Beast embraced
The wrath
of nature triumphed
Poverty
has no favourites
While
destiny remains biased
The
girl died !the puppy lived !
The chill
laughed like a banshee!
Copyright
LILY SWARN
26.7.2016
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