Eight more to go

You returned 
shooting out of the shadows 
to me

dew pearling on your nose
your body
stolen from the punishing dark
from which you were moulded - 
indistinct nights without stars

smelling of grass
heart pattering like 
wingbeats in your mouth

pulling eyes from feathers
tasting the air for salt


Leshanta Roop is a part-time English tutor currently residing in Cunupia, Trinidad. She has had poems published in the 2007 anthology - Heart to Verse, Wordlines from UWI and was also a participant in The Cropper Foundation Caribbean Writer's Workshop, 2010. She seeks to inspire as much as she is inspired by the world around her - a  lifelong task, and joy.

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