by Gopikrishnan Kottoor
Twenty years ago she stood there
By the yellow bus station
Sprouting sunflowers and marigolds
My dear pink apple balloon waist
Her cheeks were Nagpur oranges
Her lips raindrops of September
Her eyes were kind of irises
Arranged in the wet brown vase of earth.
I could feel love falling all about her peaches.
Now the shadow trees are falling autumn
A wanderlust of corals fill up with rocks.
The soft white hyacinths of her hands are turning blue
The tears in her eyes have dyed dew
As coloured chemo capsules spill
Like a tractor tilling the red earth of Mars,
And in the wreath of her long hair falling,
I watch my love among fine white peach-fall
Rage naked in the crying carbon air.
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ABOUT THE POET ~
Born (1956), Trivandrum, Kerala, India., Winner, All India Poetry Prizes, Poetry Society, India-British Council Awards (96, 97, 98), and other leading poetry prizes. Poetry published in Ariel (Canada), Orbis (UK), Nth Position (UK), Bluefifth Review (UK), Toronto Review (Canada), The Illustrated Weekly of India, Kavya Bharati (India), Fulcrum (USA), Verse, Seattle, (USA), Indian Literature, Arabesque Review, Plaza (Japan), Chandrabhaga (India), and others. Founder editor, Poetry Chain. Participant, MFA, Texas state University, (2000) Poet in Residence, Augsburg University, Germany (2004). Important works : Poetry : Father, Wake Us In Passing, (German Translation, Wolfgang Heyder) A Buchenwald Diary, Mother Sonata, Victoria Terminus, Poems Selected and New (2010). The Coloured Yolk of Love (2012). Drama: Fire In The Soul The Mask of Death. Novel : A Bridge Over Karma (Novel). Poetry included in The Bloodaxe book of Contemporary Indian Poetry In English, The Golden Jubilee Anthology of Post Independence Indian poetry In English, and Poetry Society, India anthologies.
Last updated June 18, 2012