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>Day 28: "A Vacation" – A Sestina


Here was the Day 28 prompt: “For today’s prompt, I want you to write a sestina. (Click here to find out the rules for sestinas.) So start figuring out your 6 end words and get writing. But wait! Today is Tuesday, so you have one other option. You can write a poem about the sestina (your love, hate, frustration with, etc.). Whether you decide to write a sestina or write about sestinas, remember to have fun. We’re almost done!” Read more at: April PAD Challenge: Day 28

(My first Sestina!)

“A Vacation”
We were at Kasauli’s old market place
Colors sashayed from myriad stands
We met friendly vendors, bought crafts
Baskets, shawls, dolls, wooden frames
Eager faces called us more, hands waved
Knowing we tourists can usually spend.
We wanted to trek out, not spend
Too much time at the market place
Although voices pleaded in waves
Hands tugged at our wallet strands
The evening sky looked it was framed
So we ran, to see that fairyland’s craft.
It seemed we walked on a swift raft
Saying thanks and no, all words spent
For these beautiful people with eyes like gems
Who called out from their shopping space
The market street an oasis in the sand
We hurriedly left with quick hand waves.
The mountain path outside Kasauli braved
Climbing atop misty peaks rising in tufts
We lost its sight as the hills ran errands
‘Ah, forget shopping, look at the lovely bends’
We said, standing where time stays
Still, watching nature’s photo frames.
In the sunset valley below, we saw flames
Heady smell of wood fire someone saved
For a chilly evening. We peered at her face
A shadowy figure the dusk had crafted
An old scavenger whose days were spent
Beneath tattered old tarps and stumpy stands.
There she was lighting a fire and standing
By her lonely shanty home of fragile frames
Of twigs, scraps and the time she spent
Her resort that saved her from tidal waves
Of time, furies of nature, all forces drafted
By vagaries of this eternally peaceful place.
‘You new to the place?’ Her voice rose to where we stood.
‘Don’t miss the craft crash site, right here. My home was rammed,
A military exercise they said.’ Waves of silence. Our breaths spent.

Image from the Internet: Kasauli market place; panoramic view of Kasauli, Himachal Pradesh


4 comments on “>Day 28: "A Vacation" – A Sestina

  1. priti aisola
    April 29, 2009

    >I can see the whole thing so beautifully before me. And the surprising touching conclusion. Wow! You have a very fresh way of saying things, looking at things.

  2. fleuve-souterrain
    April 29, 2009

    >thanks PritiKasauli was a small but deep oasis of discovery back then when we visited. The locals have tons of stories to tell, and not just things to vend, and I miss that time…

  3. tikulicious
    April 30, 2009

    >beautiful poem… loved it .. I have been to Kasuli a lot many times and the place came alive with your poem… garmi mein thandi ka ehsas .. a breather ..

  4. fleuve-souterrain
    April 30, 2009

    >thanks Tiku! Kasauli is a special place no doubt…

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This entry was posted on April 29, 2009 by in A Vacation, April PAD, Nabina Das, Poetic Asides, poetry.
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