Fairytales

My lonely walks

across the meadow

of your heart…

I lost my way in the fog

of your memory.

I was invisible as the wind

As shadowy as your own shadow….

I stared at the chameleon in you

I was thrilled like a child….

For at last I saw the unicorn

or the dragon

out of a fairytale book.

Your scales were fiery

Touched the chimney in my kitchen

The heat of my oven cooled

The final shape,

settled into the mould

of the evening.

I don’t have to make

moulds anymore

because the sun stares

at my face all night long.

© Nandini Basu 2011