cosmic witch



I curl commas in my hair and make the apostrophe dance…




Candles and potpourri are best friends

Dreams are hung on kitsch chandeliers

And soapsuds and bubble baths are the best “me-times”

The old crinkly-yellow books have become black-holes

And the voice gets tangled in the wicker basket swings

And dew is what slipped from eyelashes…

And morning is just pre-dawn grey rain

Love me and hate me again
 
Copyright©Neerja Yadav

2 comments:

Margie said...

*I curl commas in my hair and make the apostrophe dance ...

Oh, yes, you certainly do!

Loved this!

Margie :)

Φ said...

First thing that came to my mind looking at the picture was John Vermeer's 'lady with pearl earring'

Beautiful write.