Poetry: Yogesh Patel, MBE

Yogesh Patel, MBE

o (s)fortuna

After Carl Orff

 

they came from hell

the firebird raged in hearts

angels burned on a pyre

 

doors were wedged

windows all blocked

hell was watching

holding torches

chanted                        shouted

cursing                        throwing

the kerosene-soaked

rag-lit bricks

 

raw flesh browned

babies choked

the smoke plumes spread

 

no way out

light was trapped

like the pilgrims

 

what does a baby

know of Lords

born in sands

or a city where

god was born

 

a lover holds her

tight as he can

nothing matters

parents let go

Yamraja claims

the honour killing

 

throw some yellow

throw some crimson

grey and dark

can also play

holi unfolds

in autumn colours

and you are in

long fire-ribbons

shooting from

dragon’s mouth

 

scream & run

trample & push

or get crushed

red eyes dried

in a volcanic fury

choked & fallen

parched & ashes

 

one Almighty runs

with haunted zombies

another one sears

in a hot tandoor

 

they’re all losers

but hey-ho hey-ho

Fortune plango vulnera*

 

a man with a pen

picked up a winner

 

 

 

*‘I lament the wounds that Fortune deals!’: A second song from Carl Orff’s 24 musical orchestra/poems from his medieval collection Carmina Burana. This poem reflects the musical movements of first familiar song: O Fortuna! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GXFSK0ogeg4

 

(from poet’s forthcoming collection, 2½)

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