Anna

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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.

®MVS

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my valiant soul

A dreamer and a believer for the upliftment of women rights. A published poet, author, writer. Believes in dancing and cooking amazing food for hungry souls at times. Loves to write and write till the moon is satisfied. My writings can be found at Visual Verse, Indian Periodical, Sick Lit mag, Duane's Poetree, Thistle magazine, among various others. Curator of Olive Skins.

19 thoughts on “Anna”

  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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  3. 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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