Ranjit Hoskote

(29 March 1969 - / Mumbai / India)

Fern - Poem by Ranjit Hoskote

This feathered leaf must have fallen from the hand
of the woman who turned around to see
if her child had strayed too close to the slope
of the fuming mountain or the hunting birds,
and left her footprint in ash that hardened
to rock. A spray of seeds released that noon
remains in the thick air, and this gift:

a leaf trapped between layers of mud
that volcanic fire baked into stone:
drained of light and green, long spasm,
breath dusted with pollen, a net
of veins splayed on an altar
where the river turns in its sleep
and an old woman lights a lamp.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, March 26, 2012

Poem Edited: Tuesday, March 27, 2012

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