Moulting

Sunset skies, a dash of drama,

Splashing a palatte of water colours on the horizon.

An early Spring evening turns palpable

As twilight streams out through the clouds.

Eucalyptus trees swing in the wind.

A flock of cranes follow an airplane.

I watch a bus snaking its way in the valley below.

My zen is broken by the husband

Walking in from his game of cricket,

Brandishing a moulted snake skin

That he found when fetching a ball in the field.

Startled and disgusted, I recoil out of fear.

But an inner voice reminded me that

I also need to shed some old skin

To experience the new life that awaits me.

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About Amrita Ghosh

About Moi - I like to think I am a simple person while most people tend to disagree. I like lots of things, sometimes quite contrary ones, a
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3 Responses to Moulting

  1. hi Amrita, have nominated you for an award, pls check and comment.

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