The silken web, wispy clouds
I close my eyes deep in thoughts
A poem poised, my unwritten life
Doubts abound, four lines, words
Hang in a haze, a metaphorical cord
To immigrate to the life of my
Childhood, as images freeze in time.
Lush green paddy fields edged with palm trees
villagers bent over soggy sun-baked fields
lunch was under the shade of a tree, Kanji with a chilli
dusk saw them, cooking over an open fire stove
pots of clay bubbling with simple fare that they could afford
a hut with no electricity, they sat in the light of the stars
the breath of their ancestors in the swaying palms
memories and history faded like rice paper
dissolved in the sheets of monsoon rains.
Leela Soma was born in Madras, India and now lives in Glasgow. Her poems and short stories have been published in a number of anthologies, publications. She has published two novels and two collections of poetry. She has served on the Scottish Writer's Centre Committee and is now in East Dunbartonshire Arts & Culture Committee. Some of her work reflects her dual heritage of India and Scotland. Pushcart Prize 2020, nominee.