When Janu Saw An Apparition
Sometimes superstition mates with
scare in the wilderness of the
subconscious mind – some
apparition will be
the offspring.
Janu made just a shriek in the darkness.
Like a fried sardine, her body
lies on a mat within
a human hedge –her
soul has fled
somewhere.
Women stand with arms akimbo; men
whisper words in diverse shades of
superstition. Holy chants and
devilish mantras unite in
the horrible air.
An iron key – a black cord wet with spit –
a rural enchanter applies outworn
weapons in vain. Finally, a
sensible man sprinkles
water on her visage –
soul returns to her
body after a
blackout.
[First published in Nous Magazine, UK ]
Copyright © Fabiyas M V | Year Posted 2017
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