Her long golden braids
Fell elegant on the barren floor of the prison of a house.
It was bizarre;
Like sunflowers on infertile land
Like rubies laid on the washerman's rag cloth.
With only the furry infant mammoth to keep her company, he offered her with the only tooth that had matured,the right one.
Esther, with the sharp of the horn, cut through the strongest of coir, the fastest of flowing water, the tallest of giant trees.
But what about the mammoth? The one with no teeth? What about him?
Copyright © Nandana Valiyaveetil | Year Posted 2017
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