Protection by Devika Mathur


Art by John Goodwin Lyman

My days in afternoon are nothing like yours,

I spend most of it by bird- watching,

Somersaulting colors of the sky,

I sip my chamomile tea to prepare my mind

for the evening’s strangers visit to my head.

My days are nothing like yours,

I adorn my necklaces again and again,

repetitive rituals often act like a slippery therapy.

Quiet and nostalgic.

Moments of velvet sadness.

I end my nights by weeping a little more,

by diffusing some hot coconut oil in my lamp,

to cease the heartache with a portion of leftover food maybe

as insane as it must be.

These are the things I do, to protect myself.


Devika Mathur resides in India and is a published poet, writer. Her works have been published or are upcoming in Madras Courier, Modern Literature, Two Drops Of Ink, Dying Dahlia Review, Pif Magazine, Spillwords, Duane's Poetree, Piker Press, Mojave heart review, Whisper and the Roar amongst various others. She is the founder of surreal poetry website "Olive skins" and writes for https://myvaliantsoulsblog.wordpress.com/. Her book Crimson Skins is available worldwide, now. insta- @my.valiant.soul