Poetry — May 20, 2014 11:20 — 0 Comments

CIRCE – Rajendra Sharma

Crazily
I danced

as
cloudgates,
burst open,

and heaving skies
spat out
snaking

blue flares
while she leapt
to my arms

wanting,
wanting
till I stormed

her downy doorway
and sank into
steaming swamps,

with
no exit ever.

Bio:

Rajendra Sharma’s publications include a collection of short stories, IN MY ARMS; a chapbook of some poems, APRIL IN THE ALLEGHNIES, was published last year by RED OCHER PRESS. In additions, forty poems and short stories have appeared in magazines like GREY SPARROW, FOLLY, THE FINE LINE, JD REVIEW, SN REVIEW, SOUTH JERSEY UNDERGROUND, ASCENT ASPIRATIONS, EXERCISE BOWLER, TWJ MAGAZINE, SUN OASES etc. A retired professor of English, Rajendra  has worked at universities in India, Iraq, USA.

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What am I?

Bioluminescent eye
That sees by the shine
Of its own light. Lies

Blind me. I am the seventh human sense
And my stepchild,
Consequence;

Scientists can't find me.

Januswise I make us men;
Glamour
Was my image then—

Remind me:

The awful fall up off all fours
From the forest
To the hours…

Tick, Tock: Divine me.

-- Richard Kenney