Marred Sari

I wasn’t going to post anything today. I wanted to leave “On the Wheel of Living and Dying” as my latest post for a bit longer. Then I decided to visit the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, and was captured by the richness of Kerry O’Connor’s latest offering. I had to write this wee haibun:

Marred Sari
Sundarbans screamed of oily hurts and disease… The monsoon laughed… The mangrove wept… A woman-child awakened to her father’s cries over a living gone uncaught. She felt the touch of the Reaper coat fish and skin, heard The Man promise naught for her and the fish.

captured proof,
spilled death in black oils—
marred sari

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Marred Sari
Fishergirl Cleaning an Oil-Spill”, by to Arati Kumar-Rao
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