Monthly Archives: May 2013

The Piper

light2by Rupali Mistry
Piper, Piper, play me a song
So I can dance
And sing along

Piper, piper, I hear you now
And I’ll follow you
Beyond the clouds

Piper, piper, stop playing your pipe
For I’ll stay awhile
In this place of light

The Angel


by Rupali Mistry

I asked if she
Would help me
To cross the street

My vision’s a blur
I don’t even hear
My bones as they creak

The street’s so wide
I cannot decide
Where to point my feet
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She Snake


I escaped from paradise

Free in the green, the grey mist

The ice and sometimes sunshine…

How did the serpent find me here?

She with the brown-scaled skin, lidless eyes

Grey hood flaring slightly

Sipping whisky, noiselessly,

Mirthless smile and silent laughter

Lips lifted only slightly

Above the fangs and hollow affection

Watching and waiting to strike

And suck empty my egg of peace





If I should look the other way.

This is some more old verse written many years ago.

On reading the youthful memoirs of Yevgeney Yevtushenko


I came across this piece I’d written almost forty years ago and was quite prepared to relegate it to my personal slush pile or trash it. But, I do believe, we’re all rather attached to our own creations so I didn’t. Then at one of our poetry meetings David Hollywood asked us to write a poem about justice and present it at the following meeting. Since this was my own creation albeit many years before, I decided to read it to the group. And now I offer it to you. I’m curious, does it in any way give away the difference in age?

What is truth?” said jesting Pilate

As he mocked the Prince of Peace

The saddest fact that now remains

The scorner’s sentiment’s increased

And ‘truth’ having gone through much change

Now goes around in guises strange

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