Awakened
Sliced in a quarter,
the moon bled silver.
The naked tree,
well bathed,
gleamed upon the hill that was
black with night.
The tongue-tied wind
shied away from talk, but
the flickering distant lights,
now bright, now dim,
talked of ebbs and flows.
Time spun.
The moon slipped out of life
and in that death,
I heard words for
the soul astir was talkative.
Compelled, I listened to the
sky in the throngs of pain,
bloodied with birth.
Life sprang forth.
Suman Singh is an English teacher based in Nainital. She writes short stories and poetry in her free time and has been published in Hindustan Times, Reader’s Digest, and Children’s World. Her poetry has been published in Quest, Brown Critique (online), and also in an anthology titled, Rendezvous. She has been awarded first prize for poetry in a competition organized by www.poetsindia.com.
Sliced in a quarter,
the moon bled silver.
The naked tree,
well bathed,
gleamed upon the hill that was
black with night.
The tongue-tied wind
shied away from talk, but
the flickering distant lights,
now bright, now dim,
talked of ebbs and flows.
Time spun.
The moon slipped out of life
and in that death,
I heard words for
the soul astir was talkative.
Compelled, I listened to the
sky in the throngs of pain,
bloodied with birth.
Life sprang forth.
Suman Singh is an English teacher based in Nainital. She writes short stories and poetry in her free time and has been published in Hindustan Times, Reader’s Digest, and Children’s World. Her poetry has been published in Quest, Brown Critique (online), and also in an anthology titled, Rendezvous. She has been awarded first prize for poetry in a competition organized by www.poetsindia.com.
