Banyan Poem by Sudeep Sen

 for Jane Draycott
As winter secrets
 melt

with the purple
 sun,

what is revealed
 is electric —

notes tune
 unknown scales,

syntax alters
 tongues,

terracotta melts
 white,

banyan ribbons
 into armatures

as branch-roots
 twist, meeting

soil in a circle.
 Circuits

glazed
 under cloth

carry
 alphabets

for a calligrapher's
 nib

italicised
 in invisible ink,

letters never
 posted,

cartographer's
 map, uncharted —

as phrases fold
 so do veils.