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 […]
Tea for Two
The sun-kissed horizon Glows in golden hue. E is for evening, Tea is for two. The chores of the day are over, And when you’re feeling blue, F is for friendship, Tea is for two. When the mood turns sour, When the heart feels bruised, S is for sweetness, Tea is for two. The wind […]
Yellow
Under a sky so hollow, As far as the heart could follow, Listening to babbler and swallow, She gleams in blinding yellow. Beneath moonlight mellow, Innocent, pretty, and callow, With toes in the wet earth shallow, Still, she gleams in yellow. ~Roshini ✨
Petits bateaux
Petits bateaux sur la mer au clair de lune, Ils dérivent sans but à la recherche de quelque chose, Suivant les étoiles dans le ciel sans fin, Rêvant, rêvant toute la nuit. D’où viennent les petits bateaux ? Où vont-ils ? Le souffle du monde et les yeux du ciel Les guident en sécurité, jour […]