L S Rathore
Maenad Memories
Fondly
I strove to rein memories in
Believing
they’ve a rhythmic pattern
But
consigned for long to oblivion,
They
shifted hues like a chameleon
Striking
like a dragon’s tail,
Leaving
devastation in their trail.
Though
unruly, they brook no order
Just
crave soothing touch and loving nurture,
Fallible
and ever in a flux,
They
may be yoked to our purpose
Infuriated,
they turn into Furies deadly
Exacting
their pound of flesh furiously
Fused
with fantasy, they work wonders
Moistening
the soil which creative flower engenders.
***
Caravan of
Memories
Ever since you bid
good-bye
Without casting a
lingering eye,
I have ever waited
With bated breath
For your softening
look
With the power to
hook.
Then your velvet
memories began to trickle
Making the skein
of shared moments unravel,
Flooding me like a
deluge,
Making me more of
a recluse,
Flickering
tantalizingly,
Suddenly changed
tack
Perhaps for a
break.
Swooping down they
lashed my heart
Radiating all
around,
Those which had
turned blancher
Regained vim, glow
and colour,
Returning with a
vengeance,
Staging a
veritable resurgence,
They drenched me
again in dew
Draping over me a
vesture new
Not invading like
locusts
Which devour
whatever they can
But like
frolicking fire-flies
Which dark rights
illumine.
As John the
Baptist survived on locusts and honey,
Your memories
nourish me emotionally
In the midst of
spiritual wilderness
Soaking in and
diffusing grace.
***
L S Rathore is a critic, Professor and the author of Romance over Coffee, The Delphic Musings & Eagle’s Coin.
The poems of Prof LS Rathore are nostalgic and reverberate with emotional hues of various types. He has a keen eye for details and apt images to drive home the ideas.
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