creative writing – Page 4 – elancharan gunasekaran

drink: from this cup of pleasure tainted by the sin of your pale lips

warm hands of summer: shaping cold bodies from wake to bed

last seen: the spring moon by the docks watching the waves roil by

enter from stage right and feel every fiber of your being crumble into dust and dirt

hair standing ovation: a birdsong unlike any other full of soul and love

exit stage: the body disintegrates gently pulled apart as curtains of mist

what do I make of the conversation between the wheelbarrow and the unkempt field

the sound of each footfall thunders in the fading quiet

the silence here is shaped by: weather, animals and the eccentricities of the land

inspector crows rally and hop across rooftops with a seriousness to match