Poetry Five Short Poems by Debarshi Mitra 3 August, 2019 Photo: Omar Willey. CC-BY 4.0 The Lake An unnamed bird skims the surface. You linger as an afterthought. ⁂ Memoir The wind blows, leaves scatter. You drift in and out of my mind. ⁂ 14/11/17 Outside, the sky in so many shades of pink. Here, a crow pecking at the unrelenting window. ⁂ Curse The night devoid of stars, a pale crescent hangs in a corner. Down on the street below a bitch moans in childbirth. My dreams charred with a recurring fear of something I don’t know. ⁂ Oblivion the night thickens around the bush, not a footstep to be heard, the snake slithers back to the undergrowth. ⁂ flattr donate RSS feed Post navigation Previous Post Previous Post Next Post Next Post
The Lake
An unnamed bird
skims the surface.
You linger
as an afterthought.
⁂
Memoir
The wind
blows,
leaves
scatter.
You drift
in and out
of my mind.
⁂
14/11/17
Outside, the sky
in so many shades
of pink.
Here, a crow
pecking at
the unrelenting window.
⁂
Curse
The night devoid of stars,
a pale crescent
hangs in a corner.
Down on the street below
a bitch moans
in childbirth.
My dreams charred
with a recurring fear
of something
I don’t know.
⁂
Oblivion
the night thickens
around the bush,
not a footstep
to be heard,
the snake
slithers back
to the undergrowth.
⁂