Preeth Ganapathy is a software engineer turned civil servant from Bengaluru, India. Her works have been published in several magazines such as The Ekphrastic Review, Soul-Lit, The Sunlight Press, Atlas+Alice, Ink, Sweat and Tears, Mothers Always Write, Tiger Moth Review and elsewhere. Her microchap, A Single Moment, has been published by Origami Poems Project. She is also a two-time winner of Wilda Morris's Poetry Challenge.
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Cover: Flowering Jacaranda tree |
1. flowers down the valley.
2. Afternoon Rains Light rains, stops, pours, stops. The fir tree nods, purple drops, murmurs - its decibel touches the cuckoo’s song, the palm fronds, the coconut pods, the glass pane, the click of keys, masking the business of this hour.
3. Dusk
At the edge of grey sands, air spreads her toes. A sea-gull flies towards the east. The surf touches the fresh purple letters formed by the hermit crab’s feet. Dusk is her shell. Dusk is what she has. |
4. Finding Summer
To escape the touch of winter’s eye, the birds whistle their way to warmth. First, south, and then they travel back up. And then, each time, they perch, on the tendril of found summer. All their purple lives.
5. Change Tabebuia pink arrives in the beginning, followed by Jacaranda purple and then Gulmohar red. The world beneath their feet - a flaming carpet for Now. The painted lady flutters. She’s home. In the warm caress of colours of change.
6. After ‘Story of Ferdinand’ by Munro Leaf
When the world rakes the dust of raucousness under its hoofs, seeks blood, gore, El Toro Bravo, smelling flowers on his own, by the hill-side, is the purple silhouette of a prayer. • Preeth Ganapathy © 2023 |
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Cover: Saffu from weoneness.com
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1. The roads are empty. Sleep hangs from the tips A whiff of freshly baked Time taps her wrist. My car trundles past.
2. “A flexible body implies We flow like water from sun salutations, Each sinew, every tendon We move from boat pose, I feel the time-stretch of
3. covering the velvet morning warming the square patch of garden, hovering over the piebald dog mingling with the scent and finally settling on calm is a warm blanket . |
4. A butterfly listens - The sky mirrors the lake The sound of drizzling rain Somewhere along the corridor, * Later, the tree shakes water off The sun is curious, grazes low I watch the raindrops dance
• Preeth Ganapathy © 2021
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