A Train Journey in India...

Fleeting glimpses of rice fields reflecting the late afternoon sun, 

soon change to a rocky terrain where I'm sure I see an elephant 

amongst the brown and greys.

Triple tiered sleeping boards sway in time with the train. 

Top bunk for me which is tricky to navigate 

amongst so many people. 

The toilet is a hole in the floor where one must squat astride, 

to leave man-soil along the tracks. 

At least there's a door for privacy. 

Sharing a bunch of bananas with my weary traveling companions

 sustains me for the twenty hours it takes 

until our journey's end.

At three in the morning we arrive, greeted by friends 

who press a green lime into our hands along 

with a hearty welcome!

I am not exactly sure where I am... 

Punam, at dverse poets, has asked us to write about a train journey we have experienced. 

Here's the link: Train Poetics

The Threshold...

There's a place I visit often, 

 invisible, yet keenly felt,

where bright colours abound. 

Sounds can be heard too,

should I listen with intent,

tinkling of bells or whispers

of love that permeate through

this invisible realm of in-between. 

A cord, scarlet and strong,

connects with me at the threshold,

revealing that Redemption

   has secured my destiny forever...

Dora at dverse poets has given us today's prompt, which is to write about a 'liminal' place.

Here's the link: Poetry in Liminal Spaces

The Wordsmith...

A will-o'-a-wisp flittered,

barely noticeable, 

along the lines between

spaces that were reserved

for such a flittering.

A figment of imagination,

took hold of the reins

allowing words to form

one after another

swirling and twirling

until finally sleep quietened

   the writer's soul...

Lillian, at dverse poets, has set the challenge for us to pen a 44 word quadrille, which must contain the word 'figment'.

Here's the link: Figment of a Quadrille