(Art poem) In The Line Of Divinity by Kushal Poddar

Her eyes belong to the god of green,

And every time she blinks the hue pinned

Inside pierces her iris. Her hands,

However, work for the god of metal.

His ribcage slides ahead

Down the assembly-line.

Now and then she loves to rub her Gods

Together, always resulting in

Red eyes. Do you notice how your lights

Tend to turn green, remembered with eyes closed?

An ancient drop of ink becomes red?

They left her the world in that testament.

And a mower rusting in the grass,

A shovel aplomb near the fountain,

A gnome asleep below the window.

 

Artwork by Kushal Poddar
Artwork by Kushal Poddar

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6 thoughts on “(Art poem) In The Line Of Divinity by Kushal Poddar”

  1. Is this a poem? or has some rare elixir been spilt upon the breath…I spin, my fingertips on fire.

    Extant metallic exquisite.

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