This is Your Game
Describe the painting, you whisper in my ear, without using the words for colour. This is your game. The way you stood with me in Figueres looking at Dali, daring me to describe the persistence of memory without alluding to time. I tell you about the way blood thickens when breath is stolen from it, the way an empty evening coagulates into a lonely night, the way a bruise heals until a faraway memory picks at its scab again. Your eyes become the charcoal residue of a long forgotten passion. This is your game. The way you can bring me a cloud from a burning sky to sing the song of dormant thunder and then shrug. Tell me why you’re happy, you whisper in my ear, tell me without asking about love. Rajani Radhakrishnan "I am from Bangalore, India and post my work on thotpurge.wordpress.com. Some of my poems have recently appeared in online platforms such as The Lake, Quiet Letter, Visual Verse and Parentheses Journal."
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January 2021
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