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Topic: "Monsoon Calling"
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Xena Moderator Posts: 451 From: UK Registered: Jun 2006
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posted June 13, 2008 09:37 AM
Steam rises from the rice-pot. That mosaic of coloured rice, that hundreds-and-thousands, With hundreds of E numbers and thousands of turmeric, Heaps onto plates in movable mountains. Humidifiers are unwelcome here. Air-conditioning pervades the curry-house: An India once removed from rickshaws, And wandering zebus, and tropical diseases. Durians fume undisturbed on pallets (Air-conditioning a sorry combatant), Obliterate the public within a ten-foot radius. Dragon skin hides sweet within. The signs flame with Bengali writing. The flames flicker up, up, past The supermarket shelves with beans And more beans, and sacks of rice, and King-sized cases of washing powder like carrycots, Hair-oil and syruped fruits and wholesale bags of nuts, The ready-meal invasion (at long-last, Purging long traditions of repast), Bunched herbs with names lost in translation, And peacock-feather-sellers who flit in and out of doorways, And sari-shops, and soft brown skin; Bindi hints at sweet within. In this sticky urban summer Streets are crying out for rain, Clamour to receive their share, But heat is a relative thing; And in spite of too-fast life and changed social parameters, And trainers replacing slippers and grey weather being commonplace, "Monsoon Calling" retranslates, "London Calling" sets the pace; The telegraph wire's crossed somewhere. (C) ME, June 12, 2008 IP: Logged |
Pearlty Knowflake Posts: 68 From: Registered: Nov 2006
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posted June 13, 2008 07:27 PM
I like this a contemporary flair and amazing imagery..thank you!! IP: Logged |
Xena Moderator Posts: 451 From: UK Registered: Jun 2006
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posted June 15, 2008 10:28 AM
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MysticMelody Moderator Posts: 3953 From: Registered: Dec 2005
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posted June 15, 2008 02:33 PM
You have a really interesting style, Xena. If you ever decide to take requests... please do one on LindaLand. IP: Logged | |