Between the sheets of cotton air,
she sings a song of winter tress
with a garden full of primroses,
of Earth in her golden skin.
Look, an earthen siren
a silhouette of a sweet lullaby.
Her feet splash water
while the her bosom sings as a cerulean sky.
Collecting, pressed dried sunflowers
she prepares a tea,
watching her legs swirling the sand
she thinks of her tangerine wounds
once a hiccup
now a gateway to the circular sunrise.
Devika Mathur resides in India and is a published poet, writer. Her works have been published or are upcoming in Madras Courier, Modern Literature, Two Drops Of Ink, Dying Dahlia Review, Pif Magazine, Spillwords, Duane's Poetree, Piker Press, Mojave heart review, Whisper and the Roar amongst various others. She is the founder of surreal poetry website "Olive skins" and writes for https://myvaliantsoulsblog.wordpress.com/
How writing has affected my Devika's wellbeing: "With all the pensive thoughts, a mind becomes a turbulent place to even think a further thought. Writing helped me to satisfy my inner hunger for words and in channelising my inner peace. A sense of tranquility splashes my chest as I churn my emotions out through poetry writing. I feel liberated and blissful as I write my words for my well being."