Thursday, 17 January 2019

RED KOI, BLACK SKIRT



A radiologist rushes by
in a black wool skirt
splashed across with koi;
red fins, white bellies,
swimming in the creases
as she moves.

The skirt is from a tiny shop
in France; she says this sadly,
knowing she cannot satisfy
my craving for koi
beneath my own fingers,
in friendly wool.

I pass Fiona Sampson’s ‘Orpheus Variation’,
and travel up the long tube
to the topmost floor,
which tucks me away
from apheresis, and other humans,

and I swim
into the closed wards of the infected,
the diseased, worming in to join
the dark night of our souls.

©Shaista Tayabali, 2019
(A part of me feels as though I ought to tack on a different ending... something about swimming out again, and into freedom... because the hospital let me go home... but then they rang me at home... results have come through and I have to go back in again tomorrow morning... so maybe I’ll leave the ending as it is for now!!!)



Wednesday, 9 January 2019

TREASURE HUNT



It circles round just as fast
and soon you find yourself 
at the end (the seeming end,

really, just another beginning:
another airport, another birthday,
Easter, Christmas, New Year).

And still the feeling 
of leaving something behind,
but tripping ahead anyway;

each day, each month 
a further clue, on this 
treasure hunt we call life.

© Shaista Tayabali, 2019










Arts and Crafts Corners brought me great joy over Christmas... this one a very reminding spot in the house, even after two of my nieces have tripped across the oceans back to school and friends. The children of my life come and go, I visit and leave... but small creations remain as memory).  










Artist Credits: Various Tayabali-Edwards
Poetry Prompt... Dverse
(P.s. what does the Inside Of Your Brain look like?)