Spindrift said she

of the colour of her uniform,

saying the pale blue

permitted greying

like no other hue.

that was her day-dress too,

even on those holidays few,

when she came over

tagging her mother,

lending  a helping hand,

cleaning up after messy me.

She was a quiet child,

exceedingly polite,

ready to blend into the wall,

if such be the call,

but that slight frame

framed opinions robust,

ones that got her mother

to leave her wastrel

of a ‘protector’-tormentor

and herself to leave school

at fourteen, no less,

to chip in and care

for a family she did not choose,

a role thrust on her

the way nature does,

burdening those

who can shoulder such.

when’ll she move from spindrift

to teal and turquoise,

lemon and lavender,

cayenne and cantaloupe ?

p.s: i owe the panoply of colours floating around in this one to an email from R.S.C, a colleague and a friend

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5 Responses to Spindrift

  1. rashmenon says:

    @andy, Scott: 🙂 happy to see you like this one 🙂

  2. Neetika says:

    I see where this one came from…..!! 🙂

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