Mercy of kajal and coffeewords


Shadowplay of past – my poesy, the streets
are sordid rivers of kajal. With tongue still stiff
I sip the bitterness of ale and coffeewords,
Too scared to leave,too scared to stay.
You left me to unsorted manuscripts
you left me to the deeds unsigned.
The welts across my thigh, a phantom pain
of fingertips and rusted words you left.

Across the street, a homeless man,
his hands are eyes, my gaze unlocked
can find the back door exit, my escape
on cobblestones, stiletto heels as drums.
His hands are yours. I’m his fiddle
left at mercy to kajal and coffeewords.

Credit Gerrit Photography

Credit Gerrit Photography


Linked to Magpie Tales, a little effort in unrhymed sonnet writing.

September 27, 2015

34 responses to “Mercy of kajal and coffeewords

  1. “You left me to unsorted manuscripts
    you left me to the deeds unsigned.”

    there is a deep whiff of hopelessness here

    thanks Bjorn for dropping in at my Sunday Lime today

    much love…

  2. the image and the poem meant, well for me, how a person is looking from a window of a coffeeshop reminiscing about yesterday’s love and how a homeless man this person sees from that window, represents his or her looking for an escape from his or her sadness…

  3. And dark you went with the black and white. Haha! I was not able to look up ” kajal” except to find it was a lamp oil make up from India? Please don’t laugh I loved your poem!

  4. This is really quite haunting. Eerie even. The hands as eyes, watching. Left with so much to do. Kajal is a dangerous color. To be played as a fiddle, only an instrument of theirs. Its a bit of a nightmare.

  5. Abandoned, with ‘unsorted manuscripts’ and ‘ deeds unsigned’ – don’t we all have to do this ‘life work’.;…’phantom pain’ – from thoughts and still alive memory, it’s healing and transforming experience, I feel…esp. with Kajal, ale and coffeewords. ~ Very cool rhythm even with no rhymes!

  6. Your brilliant incorporation of parts of the body throughout, give this piece a primordial aesthetic – starkly juxtaposed against the trappings of modernity. Awesome writing.

  7. With tongue still stiff
    I sip the bitterness of ale and coffeewords,
    Too scared to leave,too scared to stay…

    This description really nails a certain milieu, so common in the present day. Great reading of the picture.

  8. Seems it doesn’t really matter whether kajal is understood. It is that word which drew me into the poem as the dark around the eyes can be emphasise the mood and tears. Very emotive and suggests rather than tells.

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