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by Suparna Ghosh


it’s a monolith, thought the gull
alighting on her shoulder

a monument, mused the spirit
whistling through her walls

a pillar, whispered the wind
twirling ’round her limbs

a village, revealed the crier
surveying her space

a forest, roared the storm
swirling about her hair

a poem, sang the song
hearing a lute in her hum

a damask, decided the novel
etching a tale on her skin

with the sky in one eye
and the ocean in the other

she decides she’s
the gut of the earth

 

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Suparna Ghosh is a poet and painter based in Toronto. Her poems have been featured in various magazines and anthologies. She has exhibited her works in galleries in Toronto, New York, Mumbai and New Delhi. Ghosh’s books are Sandalwood Thoughts and Dots and Crosses. Click here to see a painting by Suparna inspired by the poem.

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