HomeLIKHAvol. 11 no. 2 (1990)

On Hearing Marj Read Her Poem

Shantha Krishnaswamy

Discipline: Literature



Last snake year

Marj read her poem, hands knuckled white at her side,

A toss of mane, an angled tilt along the way

To shake loose those vague underpinnings,

Those menacing snake flickers in our eyes;

It takes courage to spill one's guts out

And cover over with a string of syllables

Salt etched, thorn tipped; deliberate pain

Relived in dredging from our earth bosoms,our own.