What remains
All that’s left of the fallen—
a fan of feathers in the grip
of warring winds plumage splayed
on rain-licked asphalt.
Winter hours bleed
benign shadows—
the swoosh of tyres pulsing amidst
the steady strobe
of amber red green.
A world on wheels thunders
puckering a pool of gems around
an erased carcass
and water, like a final rite
weaves a weeping wreath—
an afterthought—
dewy diamonds
liquid flowers.
- © Oormila Vijayakrishnan Prahlad 2023
Oormila Vijayakrishnan Prahlad is an Indian-Australian artist and poet. Her works have been published in Cordite Poetry Review, Black Bough Poetry, Eunoia Review, and Bracken Magazine, among others. She was nominated for the 2022 Pushcart Prize and nine times for the Best of the Net. She lives and works in Lindfield, on traditional Gammeragal land.
1 comment:
So richly evocative and dramatic - wow.
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