Branches bare, the sea sprinkled with jewels of leaves
sun-burnt, glistened near white and blue horizon lines,
faded pink skies, clouds glided intimately over moorlands,
slowly turning their faces to a wide spectrum of the sea,
yellow and brown hues scattered over grounds.
the transition to damper climes were heard in the sea's
roar, birds flocked hither-tither above deciduous trees,
they perched over a vacant bough — one evening of mist
sun-burnt, glistened near white and blue horizon lines,
faded pink skies, clouds glided intimately over moorlands,
slowly turning their faces to a wide spectrum of the sea,
yellow and brown hues scattered over grounds.
the transition to damper climes were heard in the sea's
roar, birds flocked hither-tither above deciduous trees,
they perched over a vacant bough — one evening of mist
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| The sea is unfettered and a source of mystery, strength and subterranean growth. To GREAT scholarship awardee, Sneha Subramanian Kanta, water-bodies hold much spatial influence. What language cannot teach, she seeks to learn by the sea and nature. Her work has forthcoming in Fallujah Magazine, Sahitya Akademi, Noble/ Gas Qtrly, Epigraph Magazine. Her work has been published in poetry anthologies such as Dance of the Peacock (Hidden Brook Press, Canada), Suvarnarekha (The Poetry Society of India, India) and elsewhere. She is working on her dissertation on the relationship between water-bodies and transnational identities under the rubric of postcolonial ecocriticism. |
