Helium Hearts – an ekphrasis

Perhaps it’s your gentle allure,Or those eyes that draw me in,But as I rise in yonder joy,I burn in love and sin. This love is lighter than the air,Our souls call out in swoon,If we no more on earth do meet,We’ll both still have the moon. For we are made of helium,We’ll fly and dance…

Cosmic dust- an ekphrasis

Touch thisDark melancholy,With those paleFingertips.Whisper the wordsOf silence,With yourSanguine ruby lips. Bring colourTo the darkness,Greens, yellows,Reds and strands.Touch this voidOf vacuum,With yourGentle, healing hands. And in your eyesHold the stars,But, there’s no needTo rehearse.Let’s fall and riseLike cosmic dust,Cause we’re the universe.

Blind threads- an Ekphrasis

No, don’t you try to unravel the inhabitant of my skull. Don’t you try to untangle this mess, this tumult, this brouhaha I call myself. Because I shall always be intertwined, lest live like hanging threads.

Art, Summer, French, and Quarantine!

Close your eyes. Turn your face to the first of the morning rays and feel the sun perforate your bones. Feel the wind cascade over your skin, almost like silk brushing past. Breathe in the scent of the green, tender grass. You see, it’s spring, and lockdown is not all that bad. Take this as…