sunlight through the glass
colored, checkered glass
ground in the pattern of leaves,
sunlight shimmers
living,
the dying rays,
over the wind chime by the window
the light almost seeming
to make it move
glinting, tinkling
orange steel stars
and a dolphin
in its crib
her baby crows
it points to the dolphin
to the stars slowly revolving,
throwing eccentric bits of light around
it chuckles to itself
it moves into the kitchen
the sunlight
lighting the bone white tiles
like little diamond facets
shining off the dishes
it pleases the baby in the crib
all the pretty light
it also makes him smart its eyes
it'd show its mama if it could
the pretty lights through the glass
and it creeps thus
the sunlight
seeming to pause at the dark hair
sprawled on the floor
picking out strands that glow golden brown
in the otherwise damp, dark mass
face down
it illuminates a pool of red
making it glow
iridescent
blooming around the mass
of brown weed-like hair
her baby spies
on the vivid crimson
lit in the orange specks of light,
through the white, painted bars
it claps its plump hands
at the profusion of color
colored, checkered glass
ground in the pattern of leaves,
sunlight shimmers
living,
the dying rays,
over the wind chime by the window
the light almost seeming
to make it move
glinting, tinkling
orange steel stars
and a dolphin
in its crib
her baby crows
it points to the dolphin
to the stars slowly revolving,
throwing eccentric bits of light around
it chuckles to itself
it moves into the kitchen
the sunlight
lighting the bone white tiles
like little diamond facets
shining off the dishes
it pleases the baby in the crib
all the pretty light
it also makes him smart its eyes
it'd show its mama if it could
the pretty lights through the glass
and it creeps thus
the sunlight
seeming to pause at the dark hair
sprawled on the floor
picking out strands that glow golden brown
in the otherwise damp, dark mass
face down
it illuminates a pool of red
making it glow
iridescent
blooming around the mass
of brown weed-like hair
her baby spies
on the vivid crimson
lit in the orange specks of light,
through the white, painted bars
it claps its plump hands
at the profusion of color
I was widely smiling initially, but the last stanzas were really shocking. Loved the way you wrote it, the irony of it all, and of course the perfect description of the baby every time.
ReplyDeleteBrilliant concept, don't know what inspired this, but a fabulous read.
This was..I'm not sure how to use an adjective except well written.
ReplyDeleteLoved the subtle abruptness with which you described the sunlight dying.
The poem is very vivid. I loved that too.
@Aayushi, thanks a lot! And about the inspiration for this, I'll say I just happen to love joltingly morbid stories!
ReplyDelete@D2, a big thanks to you too! :)
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