Spring Chicken


I remember the night I held on to a goddess
In a lavender dress, a necklace with an amethyst stone
Around her neckline, and a little breeze
That was vaporizing the sweat droplets.

I was just a spring chicken, who looked right
Of way and then the left side, before darting across
The road, to where I had never been before.

The lower ridge of her tail bone that sways to the song
And keeps my palms honeyed.


Author: meandererworld (Dilantha Gunawardana)

Dr Dilantha Gunawardana is a molecular biologist who graduated from the University of Melbourne. He moonlights as a poet. His poems have been accepted/published in Forage, American Journal of Poetry, Kitaab, Eastlit and Ravens Perch. He mixes science with poetry for a living, when what matters is the expression of both DNA and words into something serendipitous. Although an Australian citizen, Dilantha is domiciled in Sri Lanka, his country of birth.

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