Her Looming Hearse(A sonnet) : Dibyasree Nandy
Her Looming Hearse
(A sonnet)
Dibyasree Nandy
He dusted sand off the fabrics so fine
A sea lavender, a shell firmly held
Trudging back; in his eyes a spray of brine
An eager face waiting, tears he withheld.
The sprig meant to grace her raven hair long
On dust now falls, braid felled by needles keen
Yet she waves and greets, on her lips a song
Joy never dimmed despite the balding sheen.
The ocean she loved and its many gifts
Corals, conches and their curious trails
Misty pupils no more witnessed spindrifts
But neon lights neath which she often quails.
On her lap he drops the water’s whispers
Offerings to adorn her looming hearse.
(Dibyasree Nandy, in her third decade, began writing in 2020, after completing M.Sc and M.Tech in Applied Electronics and Instrumentation Engineering. A patient of epilepsy, she has authored 'The Labyrinth of Silent Voices-Epistles from the Mahabharata', 'Stardust: Haiku and Other Poems’, ‘Meteor Shower’, ‘Fireflies Beneath the Misty Moon’, ‘April Verses’, ‘The Terrorist’s Journal’, ‘An Upset Inkpot’, ‘Tabula Rasa’, ‘Magic of the Eventyr’, ‘Fireworks Upon a Cold Sea’, ‘Winter Plum’, ‘An Atelier of Despair: A Collection of Ekphrastic Poetry Based on the Works of Vincent Van Gogh’, ‘The Village of Wind’, ‘Red Soil, ‘The Slate Blue Eyed Hawk’, ‘O Spring, Once-Beloved’, ‘Postcards of Forgotten Murders’ and ‘Amaryllis: Thirty Nights of Spring’. Her first book was enlisted in the ‘Journal of Commonwealth Literature’ in 2021.)
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