Jul-Aug 2011: Poem 'Neverland' by Tanmana sadhu
Exercise books in glazed brown paper jackets.
Lessons in new stories... sunny discoveries
My Very Eager Mother Just
Showed Us Nine Planets!
Can’t wait to grate
Sweet-scented crayons on the even whiteness
Of a new art book...
"Girls in white dresses, with blue satin sashes..."
Fervent voices pierce the rainy afternoon gloom
The piano throbs softly in the music room....
Laboriously squirms through wet garden mud
Crushed petals, fuchsia pink, dramatic against
Fragile, grubby fingers with half-moon nailbeds.
Afraid to tread on elves
Secretive in damp leaves.
Flight through the long covert corridor
Cheeks burning with the chase
The thrilling rush into
An unkempt citadel
Broken bricks, clustered ivy.
Riddle of the hidden treasure
Land and sea, of make-believe.
Code of the clocks
Fatso five, on nimble nine.
In mottled daylight,
Release at the topmost tower!
Through castle skylight
A turret of magic-ridden books.
Furtive whispers, secret nooks
Clamorous tales of valour!
Remus and Romulus, Joan of Arc,
And enlightenment... Prince Siddharth!
Mystery, strung on tiny ribbons
Of curious soap gardens.
And stuffed sock rag dolls...
George? Lucy? Darrell Rivers?
Escapades on starlit nights
Of years swept up
In zeroes and ones....
Glitzy nail colour, plush heels, smoke.
Fair the new Foul, Foul the old Fair!
Careworn trances, Anon,
Second chances -