paksha dp175
moon wing floats overhead in the dark
of the lunar month
fish fin swims by beneath the water’s edge
in the moon’s bright tide
cow flank is a night feather against my shoulder
smelling of straw and chaff
party factions are armies’ phalanxes
still smoking in noisy backrooms
every proposition is an equation to be argued
by show-off peacocks spreading feathers
her hands articulate like wingbones
when she dances
an elephant will dance and cry when the moon’s
wings are clipped
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Beautiful - especially the last line -'the elephant will dance and cry when the moon's wings are clipped' - makes me want to cry! or am I in the elephant persona too far?
ReplyDeleteThe history of the Raga will be fascinating - I have a book on the subject but have never got around to reading it - I will have to book some of your time when you return to talk about all your new wisdoms ... a 'manhattan' on the deck at Mission Beach sounds like a good venue for it.
Anything on the deck at MB sounds good. I feel like a complete novice as far as things like ragas go - but slowly learning. Hang on to the elephant persona - there's loads there.
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