I am the woman the goddess of springs and words.
watch me rise through threads of raisin
like a vintage blob of sun, a phoenix from ashes.
My mouth is covered with cellophane of rust skins,
it knows how to unwrap of sins, a murderous night,
Watch this body of cold moon, a silent night made of quiet mountains.
Observe and stay with me, I throttle along with the rivers,
I provide and love, like a goddess of all time.
Devika Mathur resides in India and is a published poet, writer. Her works have been published in Dying Dahlia Review, Pif Magazine, Spillwords, Duanes 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/