The thirty-fifth Moon Prize for the March
20, 2019 full moon goes to Shikhandin's gorgeous poem "March."
by Shikhandin
This is not the season to be
alone.
Elements in the air react
against skin and heart.
Those soft inner parts that
you hid all winter.
It is dangerous to be alone
in March.
You can never tell what your
eyes will reveal
to a complete stranger at
the bus stop or bazaar. Or up the stairs
on your way to the
solicitors’ office – what were you doing there
in the first place? This is
not the season for lawsuits.
March is not even a season.
March is a licentious beast.
A surreptitious and stealthy
time
in the name of such wild
feasts
of colours and scents that
within your heart
a frantic dove beats its
wings and outside
the boney serrated walls,
unchained ones caterwaul.
Calling
out to all the unclenched spirits
rising up to kiss the full
March Moon.
Intellect is brought down to
its knobby knees.
Sagacity, caught brooding
between newly un-muffed
ears, is doused.
There is much mischief
afoot.
For who really knows what spirits will rule
over this flesh that lies fallen, like an over-ripe autumnal fruit?
Madness marches on scattering tidings as yellow as pollen.
over this flesh that lies fallen, like an over-ripe autumnal fruit?
Madness marches on scattering tidings as yellow as pollen.
Beware! Should you sniff
that heady snuff, you will go
wandering. That timid dove
within you will,
to your surprise, let out a
lusty cry.
Satin sheens of sunlit air
will tear
scattering lucent dementia
everywhere,
beating wild bacchanalian
rhythm. Oh no!
Nothing does or ever will
makes sense in March!
Nothing at all, except the
moth balls
that you have begun to tuck
inside quilts still smelling
of eggnog and cake crumbs
and a whiff of that
something that you
had promised yourself at the
end of the year.
But even that is not enough
for March
in whose unrelenting grasp
your body becomes a chalice,
overflowing.
Oh, so sweetly overflowing,
in March!
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Shikhandin is the nom de
plume of an
award winning Indian writer, who writes for both adults
and children. Books include among others, Immoderate
Men: Stories published by Speaking Tiger, India and Vibhuti Cat an illustrated book for children, published by Duckbill.
For more on Shikhandin you can visit her Amazon page: https://www.amazon.com/author/shikhandin and her Facebook page: https://www.facebook.com/AuthorShikhandin/
Congratulations, Rum. Lovely poem!
ReplyDeleteAmazing poem!
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ReplyDeleteBrilliant and what an amazing sensitivity!It's like March itself is speaking through your words!