01-04-2016, 04:45 AM
Hi all, I am totally new to this but thought I would try out posting a short poem. I wrote this about an Indian friend of mine who moved to London at the age of nine and she has written a book about the experience. I like to be playful in poems but also to evoke strong emotion. I will probably expand this poem in the future. Any comments or feedback would be welcome.
The Receiving State
Little red shoes sat alone,
In empty hallways in England,
Untouched by magic.
Shoes missing people,
In lonely rows,
Watching washing on the line,
Singing to the wind,
Trying to remember Calcutta kisses,
And hope in a turmeric sky.
The Receiving State
Little red shoes sat alone,
In empty hallways in England,
Untouched by magic.
Shoes missing people,
In lonely rows,
Watching washing on the line,
Singing to the wind,
Trying to remember Calcutta kisses,
And hope in a turmeric sky.