Witness
you locked
up shadows
in old chests
with rusty hinges
and ramshackle fittings
those fields of tulips
seemed steeped
in blood & the weight
a thousand years
suspended from
ropey tendrils swathed
in straw , live twine
the poplars wresting
sudden gales from
the coast
their tall outlines
accusing the ochre wastes
beyond and the striated
skies while swathes
of linnets sweep by
screechings , wings aflutter
hastening the dusk
premonitions of thunder head
down the headlands streaming
Copyright © Aroop Mitra | Year Posted 2018
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