An Ordinary Night. An Extraordinary Sky.
The night sky is the ultimate artwork. It is profoundly mesmerising to realise that this is the same sky, the same stars, witnessed by Vincent van Gogh in The Starry Night, penned by John Keats as “Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou art…”, and contemplated by Dante when he wrote, “…and thence we […]
The Cobweb
I have always thought a spider web is a crack in reality, like a stone thrown at glass a moment before it shatters and falls, held together by belief. I dare step beyond that sign into the fictional and imaginary world beyond. When I turn my head, the cobweb is still there. And this poem […]
Bouquets of flowers
Des bouquets de fleurs pour les mariées de conte de fées et leurs demoiselles d’honneur. Écloses dans la rosée du matin en ce jour si spécial. Attendez, ne les cueillez pas, aussi tentant que cela puisse paraître. Ne touchez jamais à ce qui appartient aux fées. ~Roshini ✨
Memory of a book
When soft moss blooms thick on the rough brown bark, And the forest breathes in silver light, I think of someone with verdant eyes A fae I met in a book one night. Each time the rain falls, and snails crawl slowly Across the lawn so soft and shy, I think of him, the summer […]
Make-up
A tiny bee on a rose-apple bloom Flicked a puff of pollen upon my face; I let it stay, that tender plume, No rouge could lend such grace. ~Roshini ✨
Everyday fairy tales
Pumpkin blooms smile, keeping watch by the bees’ door. This could well be a children’s story. A beehive where the bee called Petite Abeille lived. I can almost imagine a water colour illustration on cold-pressed paper where colours dream with soft washes of ochres, greens, and gold outlines for the sun caught around the petals. […]
Hiraeth: Awareness of the Presence of Absence
Hiraeth is my second-favourite word—after serendipity. It is also my most feared. Contrary to its philosophical and hypnotic definitions, the actual feeling of hiraeth is melancholic and downbeat. Let me tell you what it is, and see whether it rings a bell for you, too. Hiraeth is about remembering a house perched on a small […]
L’histoire de l’automne: L’histoire que je n’ai jamais lue.
Le soleil couchant rêva l’automne dans la vie, Comme le soleil levant rêva le printemps dans la vie. Mais le soleil levant choisit des pastels pour son enfant, Et le soleil couchant choisit du rouge et de l’or pour sa jeune fille. Les feuilles d’or dansent avec le vent, Au mariage de la fille du […]
Bilimbi Blooms
Glistening in the morning light A feast for the bees, to their delight Fragrance, writing sonnets to wind, Petals like secrets, tenderly pinned. Boughs whisper stories of crimson flame, Calling each passer-by softly by name ~Roshini ✨
The -ber Poem
Here comes September Dressed in robes of amber Dreams curl in warm lumber Till dawn calls to clamber Follow will October Golden hues and umber The winds sing a number Leaves rustle in timber We then await November The birds resume their slumber In your dim adumber Warmed by glowing ember In a cold frosted […]