winter crow and kingfisher never seeing eye to eye
Tag: poetry
still loading state controlled media kingfisher laughs
a grim tale of storm clouds through the painted glass
christmas at dawn crows wake the dead and curse the living
bodies gathered to witness the transmogrification of grey
if you haven’t noticed life streams from the warm tendon
touch is the breath of flesh
bodies at the seabed wrestling with cold currents
a ray of light makes its way down to the deep blue
act 3: mothers burning flags in their backyards winter
elancharan gunasekaran 