Today’s choice

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Ansuya Patel

 

 

 

I Cast Out Everything

except this burnt red vase.
Hand shaped in the muffled roar,
devouring flame in the furnace’s mouth.

Sand becomes skin of light.
Its glass body trembles like a sea
animal remembering its salt.

I hold the lagoon’s sigh,
gondolas murmur, emerald waters
flowing along Venetian blue

like mistresses of fire. Its
slender nape of earth
burned to water,

air captured in crystal.
Everything dissolves —
paper, promise, footprint.

But this vase remembers how
light once learned to stand
still.

 

 

Ansuya was a joint winner of Geoff Stevens Memorial Poetry Prize in 2024. Her debut collection is out with Indigo Dreams Publishing. Her poems have been shortlisted for Bridport, Alpine, Aurora, highly commended at Erbacce. Appeared in Allegro, Artemesia, BlackinWhite, Crowstep, Drawn to the Light, Gypsophila, Ink Sweat and Tears, Rattle and Renard.  She can be found on Instagram @ansuya_a_ and online at https://indigodreamspublishing.com/ansuya-patel

David Forrest

I don’t know why you bother with poetry Vlad mutters as he adjusts the current in the magnets, forcing them to rhyme with each other.

Neil Fulwood

Today’s operative on the ohrwurm shift
has hacked the WiFi password
in the ear canal and now I’m looping back
endlessly to a misheard lyric . . .