Thursday, January 29, 2009

National Geographic

She carries a wire cage
balanced on her head.
Two birds perch inside
and view the day
in metal-framed segments.

Her outlook is intercepted
by a grid of pinholes
in fabric chosen by her father
and brothers.
The colour might become her -
but no one will know.

Does she like the view
split into grains passing
between the weave of her chadri?
Is she happy to be a silk-clad ghost
muffled in privacy, marked as devout?

Or is her world a dry pinhole theatre,
where she, like the desert
tenebrionid beetle,walks dowhill
to help moisture roll into her mouth.


Blogger Chris Never said...

Hey kid

Really like the image created in this, the view through the weave of the cage, I can see it so clearly.

Silk clad ghost, nice stuff.

Worthy questions....

2:07 PM  
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3:21 PM  
Blogger burning moon said...

thanks. not sure whether the shift to the beetle at the end really works though, but it was such a cool little beetle! Carries droplets of water under its legs and walks downhill so they feed into its mouth. Amazing.

3:22 PM  

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