Sunday Mornings


The Sunday morning sun
Glazing the eye that keeps searching for the foothold
Of how beautifying the stitch of your wife is
Loosely bellying out to the light
Like flesh-colored sugar plums
Breaking open on my skin, with a slow drip of honey.
Oh how beautiful is the land of the sugar plum fairy.
And if you listen close enough, you can hear the sugar plums
Breaking open, almost like the splatter of snow on rock.
Sugar bombed, her lungs scream hallelujah,
In earth-shattering rejoice.


Published by

meandererworld (Dilantha Gunawardana)

Dr Dilantha Gunawardana is a molecular biologist, who graduated from the University of Melbourne. He moonlights as a poet. Dilantha wrote his first poem at the ripe age of 32 and now has more than 1700 poems on his blog. His poems have been accepted/published in Forage, Kitaab, Eastlit, American Journal of Poetry and Ravens Perch, among others. He was also awarded the prize for "The emerging writer of the year - 2016" in the Godage National Literary Awards, Sri Lanka for his first collection of poems (Kite Dreams – A Sarasavi Publication), while being shortlisted for the poetry prize. Dilantha is a dual citizen of Sri Lanka and Australia, and shares his experiences from two different cultures. He blogs at - https://meandererworld.

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