a child calls the wind mother and the village uproots and drifts away on a sombre song
Month: May 2025
in her garden every blooming blade has a secret name
even the gods hide nothing wanting the blessings of an obsidian sun
she hums and glow worms crawl the skin transforming the pilgrim into beacon
a child with a jar of fireflies walks across a dead whale’s spine
spiders revise the name written in mud and the forest approves
kissing a mushroom and forced thoughts leak as fog
the village glows in the dirt ash and ember taking turns to speak
tongues still smoulder after igniting belief
elancharan gunasekaran 