matching pink- stained
lips of mirrors
Anna, sew her flowers to the hair
like an oil-painting smiling,
something conjuring about her patterns,
the wavelength, the folds
all magical maybe.
Anna, in her mid 20’s
auburn ductile head & hair
with sheets of transparent
cling film, susurrus body.

almost a year ago,
a wife & a mother
with tunnels of story
sun-flower hands of mercury
now shifting,
her body movements
inch by inch,
in darkness & solitude
a shape shifter,
a fortune-teller,
rose collector,
anna is all of it,
a crooked truth.
you pluck a flower
& the land becomes barren.



  1. Oh, this one is very imaginative and relatable at the same time. I believe my fave line has to be: “Anna is all of it,/ a crooked truth.” 💕🌸

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  2. Wow! I loved this, D. This is a slightly different attempt, isn’t it? I found it very intriguing. It beautifully describes Anna but at the same time leaves me with a deep curiosity to know more about her. May be in your subsequent posts. 😀
    Much love!

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