Indrani Ananda

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My stories

LORELEI - TIME AND THE SONGWRITER

Saturn rising, And she sings alone, lovelorn Lorelei; Ringing her voice to the far corners Lofty with ceilings of stars; Pouring out her aeons of soul across the cosmic wasteland
Cherry

THE POPPYFALLEN

On a grey Remembrance Day we prayed for soldiers lost in Hell; The drizzled tears of Time still ebbing, silvering the years. In truth I know now why I wept when all the poppy petals fell -
Cherry

MOON OVER BRIGHTON

I wrote this after getting off the bus one evening and seeing this beautiful full moon.

ARKADIAN SKY

You see it, you feel it On a languid Summer's day, The longing to climb the cumulus stairways To the high blue portals of Elyseion. It is there where the roadways Of past and future meet:

ZARNIA

- - - She came to me quietly, like sunlight on sand; - - - With her hair bound in silver, and a world in her hand. - - - She said her name was Zarnia, star-wise to look upon;

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