|~ Whirlpool ~ |
The henna washed away
into the calm lake
The index finger drew tiny whirlpools
On the blue, opaque surface
Depriving the water of the flesh
Teasing it with the nails
Round and round
The whirlpool forms…
She defied gravity in her mind
And placed her tiny feet over the waters
Closed her eyes
And swayed to the rhythm of the breeze
Sang a swan song
And danced to an ethereal tone
Over water
heels ignoring the salacious tiny waves
embracing the impossible
Round and round
She glided over water
Forming circles with her toes
Wider and smaller
she created a whirlpool around her existence
a whirlpool which arose in a mist
and surrounded her soul
and in a second
she gave in to reality
and drowned
in the whirlpool
she created.
© S.Mirza
15 September 2010
Wednesday
4:52 pm.
( post Eid and present birthday inspiration)
