Over and over they told me the story:
a boy, an imagined wolf.
As if sorrow can be likened to mischief.
I hold the teapot in both hands
another pleasingly salty brew.
© Saradha Koirala 2010
Still making me think – tight and expansive – light and heavy – all at once – with images that knit together in the most astonishing way – a great start to the Tuesday Poem this week – thank you Saradha
Mysterious … a lot of images here to take away wrapped in words. I found your poem surprising – and I like to be surprised when I read a poem. Thank you.
Thank you! I’m so glad it surprised and stayed with you. A pleasure to share.
I saw your reading tonight at the Ballroom Cafe and was very impressed…. nice work here on the blog also.
Thank you! It was a lovely afternoon. Glad you enjoyed 🙂
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