ShaRon Rani

Even before growing taller than windows : Graphic poetry


Even before growing taller than windows


she knew of a world beyond.


A sea of touch-me-nots bloomed into the January sun


for her to climb up a ladder of promises that leaned across


the window panes.


She gazed into her freedom,the little girl now a tourist.


 


Her body, a carnival; her heart, a biker in the globe of death,


Her thoughts, a trapeze artist.



On a night set atop an unholy day,


the ropes of freedom tightened.



She snaked down the trapeze in a great fall



her fingers hissing into the tongues of gossip interludes.