Urban Poem by Gieve Patel

Urban

Rating: 3.1


the old crone
slurping up
essence of chicken
soup
as though
it were chicken soup
itself, mis
taking the hum in
her veins
for the ima
gined chicken’s part
ing gift
while
I know it to be
no more
than hot
water’s mo
mentary warming,
and how mo
mentary when even naked
flame would howl
and wiggle
an in
jured fing
er, frost
bitten, coming
too close
to the
waft of de
parting chill.

[From: How Do You Withstand, Body; Publisher: Clearing House, Mumbai, 1976]

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Dr Antony Theodore 22 May 2019

frost bitten, coming too close to the waft of de parting chill. experiences and expressions. tony

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Manonton Dalan 19 January 2016

I like this one...nice

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Gieve Patel

Gieve Patel

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