Longlisted Poem 2014
Grammar School at Leeds
It was a turbulent time, twisted and tortured,
As the apple of my eye was somehow plucked from the orchard.
My emerald éclair, my paragon of divinity
Had vanished from my sight, snatched from the vicinity.
She had but three summers frolicked in my presence,
But on this dim day, she evolved into evanescence.
Twilight was dawning, harrowing near,
With quivering lips, it seemed nothing would cohere,
The pitter-patter of raindrops evoked fond memories
Of tender little footsteps, a caustic figment of my reveries.
I longed to see the shimmering stars in her eyes
That sparkled with radiance, like splendid Night’s skies.
Her soft voice echoed, and reverberated within
The befogged chamber of my chagrin.
My beloved child was lost to the world,
And tears, tragedy, tumult, all unfurled.
© Ashwin Venkatesh
- Date February 10, 2015
- Tags 2014 News - Longlisted Poems