The Canopy Spun Like A Top Poem by Kalyani Sreekumar

The Canopy Spun Like A Top



There were four eyes in all

peering into the dark.

An invisible being

was sucking either grass

or a caterpillar.

Fountains, shuttlecocks

and shoe flowers were being

taken away for examination.

The canopy spun like a top

through it all.

Tuesday, October 25, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: dark,darkness,poem,poetry
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