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CAROLE NELSON PHILLIPS
A Gardener has her Rituals

she has planted
a border that curves
slightly beneath
a low stone wall,
beside the fallen gate
to a barren orchard

in black soil
12 lilies grow
rising singly
through skirts of green,
white flesh unfolding
to reveal  a
hard yellow spike
at each centre

near the fallen gate
a blue enamel
bucket, chipped,
sits rain filled
among dandelions.
she takes water
from the bucket
in a  can, carries
it to the border,
does this 12 times
for twelve days, till
the lily's are
at their peak

on the thirteenth
day, she takes a
bone handled knife,
cuts each yellow spike,
lays one at the foot
of each lily, leaving
the white funnel
cupped flesh of the
flower exposed
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DURLABH SINGH writes, "I find most of contemporary poetry just 'bald statement' without recourse to other faculties of human psyche."

This editor agrees and encourages poets to use traditional forms as scaffolding to make new poems and new forms - for example, the sonnet form has undergone three changes from its original so we have at least four ways to write a sonnet...why not a new form for our times? I also urge poets online to take forms from other cultures (as did Whitman among many other poets) to use those traditional forms as the scaffolding again to build new poetry and new forms. - JH

  


DURLABH SINGH
Obtaka - the Magician

      Moon goddess came to visit the forest last night
Riding on chariots driven by the velvet monkeys
Guarded by hornets and the armies of wasps
Beleaguered in obscurities by Obtaka the magician.

       A maker of charms for the thieves and the lovers
Talisman of skies from paled skins of foreheads
Nail maker hooved webs of the antelopes
Shifter of the sharp swords for the reddish ants.
Striding solid at the hour of the midnight
Giving way to doorways to enter the corridors
Illuminated by the translucent light of the moon.
 
     Tender are the dreams under the wider skies
Where buffalos roam in mud staked stripes
Conversing with mirrored spirits of golden ghosts
Witches, wizards, nymphs or other watery sports.
 
   The chameleon on converse with the blizzards
Obeying the command to put spur on the lizards
The crocodiles, hippopotamus, ibis and the lion
Drinking at water holes under direction of wizard
Rocked white, stone turned hatches for the rabbits
Skin rigged, log wooded dug outs for the jackals
The eel of the deep laughing on its trailed dance
And Obtaka the magician roams in rugged stance. 
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