Rashida Bagum
I started writing because I love words. I am a voracious reader. I have always found solace and escape in books. I love writing poetry because it is so immediate and honest. I would love to write novels one day.
Broken
A hag hand crouching crablike
Bones protruding pathetically
Pokey fingers askew
Stabbing the sodden Earth
A sinister stillness grows
Sudden scurrying sends it
Shooting forwards
The ripe skin of the blossoming mushroom
Upended
Denuded by the pounding pain of the incessant rain
Twisted
Mangled by the roadside
Abandoned by its owner
Lies the broken umbrella
Here’s a very recent one which I like.
Bride
the snaking garment slithers
coiling up the flesh
Striking at the heart
childbody all limbs
she seems all woman
wrapped up like a gift
in gaudy pink
lithe limbs
lies still
no longer a girl
he makes the fabric
sing as he unravels her
the snaking garment slithers
singeing flesh
he is enmeshed
in the 10ft saree
It is a river caressing her skin
childbody all limbs
She seems all woman
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So strong Rashida..so strong! Xx