Poems by Lily Swarn
TEMPLE CARVING
The pitch dark night
Groans and whimpers
Like a wounded puppy
The ferocious wind
Wails and shrieks
Like a demented banshee
The silvery moonlight
Enchants and seduces
Like a kimonoed geisha
The rapturous heart
Somersaults and cartwheels
Like Shakespeare’s clown
Your aura beckons
Voluptuous and inviting
Like a temple carving
Copyright Lily Swarn 29.9.2016
Blushing gold
It went on as usual
This whole business of living
Diesel guzzling automations
Exhuming abominations
Noxious fumes of death
While all this time
The trees changed their attire
Clad in flaming shades of fire
They stood looking on
the last rites of mankind
The leaves were flushed
Red in the autumn Sun rays
Hints of ire blazing their cheeks
Shyly blushing in rouge splashes
Waiting patiently for the final breeze !
Copyright Lily Swarn 28.9.2016
Lily Swarn