Rabbit Gone. A Poem by Kushal Poddar


Brothers find purity in war.
In my safe house, hiding, I encounter a rabbit.
Together we watch the boys beat the bush-
muddled bees, flowers turned into petals,
fallen in fragments.
If you ask me what the fear smells like
I’ll say- small mammal, wasp and sting, Jasmine.
Sun traverses the field, nears the volcano of shadows, trees.
Clouds shape a bear, bear tundra, shower on my everything.
I turn. The rabbit’s gone. The rabbit’s gone.


Edited the online magazine ‘Words Surfacing’. Authored ‘The Circus Came To My Island’ (Spare Change Press, Ohio), A Place For Your Ghost Animals (Ripple Effect Publishing, Colorado Springs), Understanding The Neighborhood (BRP, Australia), Scratches Within (Barbara Maat, Florida), Kleptomaniac’s Book of Unoriginal Poems (BRP, Australia) and Eternity Restoration Project- Selected and New Poems (Hawakal Publishers, India) and now Herding My Thoughts To The Slaughterhouse-A Prequel (Alien Buddha Press)
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Robin Ouzman Hislop is Editor of Poetry Life and Times ; his publications include
All the Babble of the Souk , Cartoon Molecules and Next Arrivals, collected poems, as well as translation of Guadalupe Grande´s La llave de niebla, as Key of Mist and the recently published Tesserae , a translation of Carmen Crespo´s Teselas.
You may visit Aquillrelle.com/Author Robin Ouzman Hislop about author. See Robin performing his work Performance (University of Leeds)

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