A Warli Art
A Warli art you did long ago
where you depict an evening scene,
where skeleton men and women
dance and skip around a peacock,
a white crescent moon on a dark
background creates a luminescence…
There’s so much of serenity captured
within the wooden frame that I
wonder if these centipedes of
acrylic strokes on cloth actually
depict a real scene from a real place…
Perhaps it is all imagination,
just as we imagine there is calm
before the storm when actually
it is the last gasp that art takes
before its subject is destroyed.
Windows
you find a dried up yellow rose
inside the pages of a broken book
the story of the broken rose
obscures the story of the yellow book
one day my books with your words
will reach some unknown readers
for them these will be the windows
full of sad exotic colours
that’s how we will be conjured up
when the age of magic wakes us