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The Emperor in Hindu Kush
1 Farghana
The clear air crackles over the steppe, trembles blue on a pool where breast of a bird skims the surface. His tunic is splattered with mud, ropes of hair fall on eyes turbid like a dark lake. He reads the horizon as one would a poem, counts the hills fading purple at distance, considers he’ll pitch his kingdom where blue gets ashen grey.
2 Samarkand
The breeze from the hills blows between walls of the mausoleum, ascends on ribs of blue-domed prayers and wraps him in a stupor. Gardens like young maidens who open their blouses, bare pomegranates. City pants in sharp cries of battle, the young emperor is the dervish spirited by a passion for the land.
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3 Kabul
The northern wind from the Hindu Kush rattles the talisman tied to the door. Dead skin from wintry nights in the desert fall into golden dust. Smoked rhubarb fill the hill-country blue with traces of silver and lapis lazuli, and fields stained red with madder roots spread like a shawl of heaven at his feet.
The Begum in Hindukush 4
She has to loosen the blouse to breathe especially when the cassia blooms against the mauve breast of the evening sky.
A flash of umber stuns the metal sky, the earth burns the champaka, embers embed in the cornea where a crown flower craves for wings.
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To telescope life she has to see lime trees in bloom, a flock of geese snip the sky in neat halves, goats on the field slice earth in arcs.
The Jupiter blinks on the petals of tree jasmines, on seed sacs - jewels of light - sexed by the inebriated moths. In the flowers electric with the magic of the night the moon has blossomed.
Mineral Marked Hill 6
A furrow runs all the way Across the bruise. Can a salve soothe The soreness where his lips dig, Burrow in her skin, drawing lines With minerals found on the hill They climb sick with love? Ash blows over the field Blinding the eyes of flowers. Paper kite on the tree Rasps in a deep breath: A gasp in his throat where stabs Of her words leave marks.
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Uma Gowrishankar © 2022
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