Ruined Feast


via Daily Prompt: Edible

Life is laid out
before me
A sumptuous buffet
of experiences
I pile my plate high
with edible promises
of love
laughter
happiness
Eager for a taste
of wholesome flavours
I scoop up
a generous mouthful
of a rich repast
ruined by
worms of betrayal
Your sickly sweet excuses
leave a bitter taste
I lose my appetite for love

© 2017 Uma Venkatraman ~ All Rights Reserved

 

The Chosen Ones


via Daily Prompt: Savor

Silently the doors
slide open
as though they know
here they are not
permitted to squeak
For a moment
I savour the hush
soothing nerves
frayed by life’s
incessant clamour

My eyes feast on
endless rows
of temptation
neatly arranged
some fat
some tall
some slim
I am pulled
this way
then that
an eager child
let loose
in a candy store

As the calm
seeps into my skin
relaxes my mind
I pick a letter
Today it is S
perhaps because
the scent of spring
emanates
from this row
I pull one out
lured by the title
Beneath The Bleeding
Blood and gore
attracts me more
than syrupy love stories

Then I meander
through the other letters
stopping at B
touching V
skimming L
reading R
Some go into
the basket
others are left
on the shelves
for another day

I can’t take them all
Like a reluctant lover
I leave some behind
hoping they will
wait for me
to return for them
The chosen ones
I carry home
eager for the
wonders
of a world
I will step into
on the first page

© 2017 Uma Venkatraman ~ All Rights Reserved

A Perfect Fit


via Daily Prompt: Tailor

If I could wear you
like a favourite shirt
snug against my skin
I would snuggle
into your embrace
savour your warmth on me
till the end of my days
And when they lowered me
into the grave
they would have to
strip you off my bones
even as they marvelled
at how perfectly we fit

But it was never a surprise
For you were tailor-made for me

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Bumbling Bee


via Daily Prompt: Bumble

I don’t bumble,
said the bee
as he hovered above
a flower or three

Pardon me
said the flower
The question is to be
or not to be

so picky.
For making up
your mind
is the key to

returning home
with plenty of nectar
to whip up lots
of golden honey

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Cloak of Darkness


via Daily Prompt: Jangle

She turns the key in the lock
knowing she will step into darkness
How long has it been
since she has turned the light on

Her fingers find the switch
With a flick the room
is bathed in a gentle glow
She wonders why

everything still seems black
The room smells of loneliness
No matter how many doors
and windows she throws open

the fresh air never quite seems
to blow the gloom away
She hesitates not knowing
what to do next

a steaming bath with scented salts
or a piping hot meal
neither seems worth the effort
She sinks down on the sofa

switches the tv on
desultory surfing of channels
yields nothing that will distract her
from the emptiness

that gnaws on her jangled nerves
She forces herself to go to the kitchen
it’s almost time for dinner
Eyes closed, she takes a deep breath

to stop herself from screaming
sets to work, chopping, stirring, tossing
She hears the clatter of steps
the door swings open

We’re home, comes the familiar cry
She fixes a smile on her face
goes out to greet her family
Time quickly whizzes by

until the house is quiet again
She turns out the lights
She has lived through another day
but it gets harder each time

Tomorrow’s shadow has already begun
to draw its cloak around her
One day, she knows,
she will sink into its folds

© 2017 Uma Venkatraman ~ All Rights Reserved

Shadow Speak


via Daily Prompt: Tether

You blossom in colours, I’m always black
You sparkle in the spotlight, I slink in shadows
You walk free, I’m tethered to you

I grow and shrink constantly
You stay the same, your infinitesimal change
cannot keep pace with me

If you look down, you will find
your true self laid bare for all to see
I’m the secret you hide

© 2017 Uma Venkatraman ~ All Rights Reserved

Some Dreams Are Squatters


Pluck

I have banished your memories
hovering like wisps on clear summer skies
brushed aside the soft brown of your gaze
with the autumn leaves drifting across my face
shovelled away your icy neglect
that falls like winter snow
shut down every spring hope
struggling to bloom out of the cold earth

What more can I pluck out of my thoughts?

All that is left
is the empty husk of my mind
and the vacant shell of my body

But still I think of you

Some dreams are squatters
clinging to every scrap of me

©2017 Uma Venkatraman ~ All Rights Reserved