Friday, March 14, 2008

dried piece of toast---Writers Island

hunger nudged me out of my trance;

gnawing to my bones.
cutting a piece of week-old loaf, I chewed it dry-
my saliva making a pulp of it,
swallowing was hard,
but my belly needed sustenance;
only that had the power to hold me together.

no more memories tonight, please
spare me that ordeal-
what I had lost in spontaneity
had to be made up with prudent living.
chaos was not to be seen-
I had taken care of that.
needing something hot for my chilled soul,

I prepared cinnamon tea precisely measuring out
two teaspoonful sugar along with cream.
carrying both the cups in a tray
I placed it on the sidetable in our bedroom.
pulling at her knitted quilt,
shaking her shoulder gently
I softly called out her name.

truth hit me like a spring,
I howled loud in the dead of night-
looking with blurred eyes,
as if almost spellbound
my finger-prints on her neck,
marked so well into her skin-
deeply embedded in my heart.


Anonymous said...

I howled with you in grief for your loss.



gautami tripathy said...

rose, let us howl together. Why do it alone?


Anonymous said...

ummm. why are your fingerprints on her neck? did you...?

L said...


Anonymous said...


OldLady Of The Hills said...

Wonderful Gautami....This is so beautifully written; so visual. I felt like I could smell the tea...I am right there with you.

Thanks for coming by to visit. It is always good to see you...!

anthonynorth said...

Beautifully done, as always.

January said...

Wow. Nice job, Gautami

rel said...

I was spellbound and shocked in the end by your creative spirit.
Now, tell me more about this cinnamon tea.

Rambler said...

what I had lost in spontaneity
had to be made up with prudent living."

lovely words gautami

Anonymous said...

Terrific piece. Those last few lines are pretty creepy!

Anonymous said...

Entertaining and chilling at the same time!
Nice one.

paisley said...

i am with richard in wondering why your fingerprints were on her neck... did you strangle her?????

Jeques said...


It is an unexpected ending, I was caught surprised but that's how fiction writing should work: to take us to the roads unfamiliar and leave us thinking, and asking and wanting. In the end, it is the readers who would draw the conclusion to the unfinished picture in the story sketched by the writer's words.

I wish you well.

~ Jeques

Tumblewords: said...

Oh, wow! This one leads me right down the garden path and ends up at the...oh, wow!

carmilevy said...

Hey Gautami. Per your comment on my blog:

"Your photo would fit in, If I do write it down. If you give me permission, I would like to use it with my verse. I would give you credits. That goes without saying."

With pleasure. I'm honored, and look forward to see what you come up with. Thank you so much!

Anonymous said...

Hi Gautami

what a 'gripping ' poem !! :) Certainly left its mark on me ! Loved the little twist in the tail/tale .

Thanks for your visit to read my "Spellbound"
I do agree that as a teacher you would probably have to wade thru' a lot of badly spelled presentations !

Pirate Princess said...

oh my! sounds intriguing! Will you write more?

Head Cookie said...

Very chilling. What a devastating loss.

Constance Brewer said...

Little bit of a dark side there, yikes! :) Nice job.

Joyce Ellen Davis said...

"gripping" poem that "left its mark"...indeed. Spooky.

rebecca said...

this was very of your best. that ending surely surprised us all!

Robin said...

There must have been a tremendous amount of pain leading up to that moment...

Excellent writing Gautami.

Anonymous said...

"...needing someone hot for my chilled soul..." That line stayed with me.

Nicely done!

Anonymous said...

This was fantastic. I really enjoyed the juxtaposition of the mundane, everday act of making tea and toast with what had happened in the bedroom. The marks on the neck - a chilling, effective touch.

polona said...

awww, powerful!