a poem by June Nandy

I’ve unclothed me of the
filigreed cob-web. Trusted guard
reason savors her long-due release;
and I dote on to mine—listening to
the oar of the boat, singing an andante.

The stars high, reminds the
square sky of a citadel, where
the walls paint colours albino,
the clock walks the mortar skin,
leaving trails of a recurring echo.

The river flows overwhelming,
pouring in to the canoe; a requiem
wants to silence the steer. Swirling
in twirls. Water carousel in
waltz. A dénouement

June Nandy's recent works have appeared in Qarrtsiluni, Aphelion Webzine, Hudson View, Up The Staircase Quarterly, and elsewhere. She has an award winning poem in the open poetry contest, 2009 with Prakriti Foundation, Chennai. Her novel, 'Ideospheres of Pain' has been released recently in India which advocates for an ideology-free world. She has been nominated for the best of the Net Anthology 2010 and best of Dzanc Books Web Anthology 2011. She has received her post-graduation in English Literature and is a professional translator for about a decade now. Her poetry and other details can be accessed at: http://throughmystripedshirt.blogspot.com. She lives with her family in Calcutta.