In The Heart Of Nowhere
On certain days I need tea turned rancid,
cinnamon sticks at my bedside,
flavoured anise seeds to chew
when you stick pins into my heart
needles as fine as a crow’s feet :
silver hatchwork in the dark woods.
Fold finely ground pepper in a paper,
dip edges of the paper in jasmine oil :
a fine unguent for a heartache;
spill over the polished stone by the river
supplications of milk and honey
that leave watermarks:
a filigree of illusion against light
that like crab in sand disappears
into the dark heart of nowhere.
Uma Gowrishankar is a writer and artist living in Chennai, South India. Uma's poems have appeared in Whale Sound and Qarrtsiluni. Uma was the finalist in Poetc Asides 2010 November Chapbook Challenge.
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