Milk Lady

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Poem

 

Faint impression on eyes shut,
body asleep.

Lady shrouded with milk waits
upon my drowsiness.

Sparrows pecking window,
waking.

Worries flood morning. Whirlwinds
of chores, boggling paintings, writings
never in print. Anxiety rolls in fatness
of pressures, news and falling Ringgit.

Confidence wears thin,
multiplicity of city in havoc.

Sparrows take flight.
Vanish.
Freedom without Strive.

I flap dream wings, away
from world. No designer shoes,
mansions, convertibles, free flow
cash or celebrity’s name.

Pen, paper, brushes keep me
company, alongside the Word
that never runs dry.

Veiled lady nods
her head. Milk pours.

I rise
above eagles.

 

more by ANGELINA BONG

photograph by Ryan McGuire

 

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