Treasure Island

Radhamani Sarma


Mapping On Egg


I imagine a plastic egg
On my table mahogany,
dip my brush in gentle blue,
Embellish strokes of painting,
Sketch Heathrow in its global
Majesty and international air traffic,
Saunter about Thames and Trafalgar square,
Circumnavigate in grids of avidity and diligence,
The egg tossed up down
In a see-saw landing pose
by the speeding fan,
My mapping is done.

Submitted: Thursday, December 12, 2013
Edited: Thursday, December 12, 2013
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