Mandira Mitra


Philomel's Song - Poem by Mandira Mitra

Sunday morning. I dust my alphabets to a shine
To build you a dainty rhyme.But you wake up
Red-eyed from your nightmare
Like the Loch-ness monster.
You'll be sorry later, but that
Orange -flared breath in your eyes
Scorched my wafer thin poems
To paper thin sighs.

Topic(s) of this poem: comforting

Form: Allegory


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, October 22, 2015

Poem Edited: Friday, October 23, 2015


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