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.
Meet Mago Contributor, Kushal Poddar.
‘Her eyes belong to the god of green’…something about this line really spoke to me.
Is this a poem? or has some rare elixir been spilt upon the breath…I spin, my fingertips on fire.
Extant metallic exquisite.
Beautiful poem and art from Kushal Poddar. Thank you, Sistren.
Oh – this is amazing!!!! The poem as well as the artwork!!! Thanks for sharing!
Thank you, Julie! I’m so pleased to present Kushal’s poetry and art as part of the Return to Mago editor collective.
Reblogged this on Donna J. Snyder, Poet and commented:
Another poem from Kushal Poddar at Return to Mago!