Painted Stork
Just a painted storkin a topaz skywhen I turned back
leenasind
I was a teacher by profession and leader to a team for 21 years. Now on a sabbatical, exploring and polishing my vestigial skills in writing and Photography.
Marigold’s Secrets
Caterpillar,you shouldn’t leave withmarigold’s secrets
Artificial Lights
Lens Artist Photo Challenge For the gardenthat longs for the moonI give paper lanterns. I love this one particularly as it gives the illusion of moonlight.
Water Lily
Water lily,your dreams can floatwithout dandelions
Dragon Rose
Do you know the lore of the crimson rose and the thorns?The thorns resented the glory of the rose and the curses that came their way.It grew and turned them insane.In a moment of madness they gored her petals over and over until her flesh bled out red. […]
Sunset
Is it the ocean’s kissthat revives a dying sun?or the moon’s longing whispers?If not,is it the hushed tears from the blinking stars?
Wild Flowers
In the wardrobeof the forgotten fieldsI found wildflowers for me. Found these tiny flowers yesterday. Googled and found that it is Murdannia Semeteres.
Heart on the Clothline
I saw your heartbillowing on the clothlinewhere you hung it out to dry,while your soul leftfor forty days of fasting in the desert.Through your now clearand transparent huskI could seeyou have marked the placewhere you wouldput them back—right next to your wounds.
Turmeric On Collarbone
In your templeI violate the ritual,by drawing the patternof your birthmarkbefore brushing sindooron your foreheadand turmericon your collarbone.
Silence isn’t Golden.
Twenty Words Tuesday by Bulbul Week 36 Golden You punish me by loading your cauldron of silence on my back. It isn’t golden. It is dark and heavy . Leena.
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