REFLECTIONS

Being silver, I saw everything within me.

 

The surgical knife cut into my mother

To let me born.

It was the silvery knife that first saw me: close up.

 

A naughty young aunty crooned:

“Do you want to see a baby?”

And pointed at a mirror instead.

 

As a young girl I peered into the pond,

Saw the moon and the stars floating over it

And felt romantic for the first time.

 

I looked into my lover’s sparkling eyes

And saw myself: the apple of his eyes;

Made promises to eternity.

 

In the sharp piece of broken glass

That my murderer thrust into my face

I saw myself and my blood for the last time.

 

My thoughts reflected on all the broken images, all the perspectives, all the actions and reactions, all the versions of my face that the mirrors saw, all the…

 

Being silver, I saw everything within me.

©Denvor Fernandez

Author of Faustina’s Fantastic Friends

IN HARMONY WITH NATURE

There is a plastic bottle,

Empty of its poisonous cola,

Hanging from the grill of my bedroom window.

I had filled it with mud and planted a seed.

 

A look through the window sunk my heart.

Unlucky crushed bottles

Choked around the bark of a banyan tree!

Dear Tree, do you remember

Your brothers and sisters who were chopped

To become tables and chairs

In luxurious homes?

 

The banyan tree did not answer.

Yet, I could feel its loss

Probing into my barren soul

Like thirsty roots.

My heart danced along with its

Heart-shaped leaves.

I took a breath and the oxygen it gave out

Filled my lungs with life.

And then I felt the divine love

Of nature filling my soul.

 

When I opened my eyes

I saw

A green leaf sprouting

From a plastic bottle,

Empty of its poisonous cola,

Hanging from the grill of my bedroom window.

©Denvor Fernandez