The night is dark,
Venomous, with serpentine
Streaks of lightning,
Cutting through my pane.
My radio sings to me
Of mornings spent
In the mountains.
It’s lonely here:
A lone plate of warmed porridge
With some crackers
Awaits me. Last Christmas
We’d danced together
And sipped wine. You
Looked beautiful.
Voices have faded away:
My feelings still speak
And weave their way
Into pages that have yellowed
With time. The darkness
And the light dance
Through corridors of time.
The saga plays on,
Shadows slipping in and out
In repetitive dual patterns:
The light and the dark,
Empty rooms and crowded hallways,
The eternal and the ephemeral –
The twain shall meet.
(This was an entry to the contest ‘Two’ commemorating the second anniversary of The She Saga)
By Jaya Pillai
Jaya Pillai is a teacher, learner, an award winning writer and poet, cooking enthusiast, traveller, meditator and author of Afternoons and More. She loves to engage in things that stimulate her creativity. Her works have been published in over 11 anthologies and she has her own website – https://weavingmomentsjaya.artoonsinn.com
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