she draws silence from the well of the void her tiny frame working the worn ropes an eternity of labor she never tires a wry smile breaks across her face as the bucket empty but heavy emerges
Published by Elancharan இளஞ்சேரன்
Elancharan Gunasekaran is a multidisciplinary artist and poet. He has a strange love for all things poetical and Sci-Fi. A winner of the Montblanc X Esquire Six-word Story prize 2017. His latest publications are Superatomicluminal (Hesterglock Press), Gods of the Gonzo (Analog Submission Press) and The Cosmosnaut Manifesto (UndergroundBooks). View all posts by Elancharan இளஞ்சேரன்
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I love the line ‘her tiny frame working the worn ropes..’ that builds quite an image in my head. Superb!
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This piece about the woman at the well is sooooooo beautiful! ✝️
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Thank you!
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