
Image symbolic only
I sit on the green grass
at the end of the meadow
my feet all wet with the dew that
frolics on the tips of
the swaying blades;
down at the other end
swings with the wind
the scarecrow
grinning at the mocking birds
that peck at it in disdain;
the blue sky above stares
deep down at me
the wind blows relentlessly
slicing through my flying strands
brushing my eyes
as I try to believe that
this is all my kingdom;
the sudden call of a
distant peacock jolts me
out of my bubble in a flash;
as I stand up gasping
my dress wet, hands dirty,
meadow springs to life
green is stark
scarecrow is evil
sky is smirking
and peacock
the real king
flies across the expanse;
I run back
in a flight of a gazelle
catching my breath
learning at that very moment
what I think is mine
will slip out of my fingers
even as much as I try
to hold it with both hands
in the sands of time
ruthless in its escape;
meadow will still be green
sky will still be blue
winds will still be relentless
and peacock will
still be king
Beautiful!! It touched my heart 💓
Thank you Meena. You write so well yourself!