Prose is not necessarily the language of travel; not necessarily the way to describe the elusive, kaleidoscopic impressions of travel. I have opted to use the lune to describe a recent trip to the Andaman Islands.
Port Blair bustles
Noise, cows, people, and auto-rickshaws,
India writ small
A rural road
in the Andaman Islands, India
Life on display
Incense, curry, dung
wood smoke over and under
all the smells
Life at dawn
No drab overalls for chores
Gossamer gaudy saris
Net furls out
Sinking slowly into the water
one tiny fish
Life at dusk
Trotting dogs, goats, cows, chickens
Birds to roost
Palm frond unfurls
Small iridescent snail slides along
Beautiful beyond measure
Andaman green pigeons
Figs and pigeons, same color
In a tree
Bare tree outlined
Illumined in the setting sun
Full of parakeets
Chai at dawn
Chai in the late afternoon
A yard long
Beer before dinner
Cold sharp taste golden color
Marks a moment
For more information about the Lune, go to: http://www.goarticles.com/cgi-bin/showa.cgi?C=550606
Many thanks to poet, Jane Bridges for introducing me to the Lune on a trip to the Lesser Sundas, Indonesia,
I love these, Kathy--thank you for introducing me to this form!
ReplyDeleteThe photos of the Chai look so amazing.
ReplyDeleteTrue picture of rural India.
ReplyDeleteNostalgic.. now that I stay in California