Gone and buried
They floated away
like flimsy paper boats.
Like lost fireflies.
Like chiffon saree pallus and duppattas
with the wind.
They were buried like unsent letters
hiding away, stuffed at the back of a wardrobe.
Like trapped bodies
under a pile of disaster rubble.
Like precious treasures buried in the backyard
by refugees, before they eventually have to flee.
These floated away, buried stories
of the many women – when will they be heard?
When will the smell of their stories
fill the stiff air?
When will their stories get dug
out of the rubble
so they could bear witness
to the past and present.
Let women narrate their
Let the bloody stench of their stories
gag you a little.
Let the secrets be unburied.
Let the demons of these women’s lives
haunt you a little.
(Previously published in Sick Lit Magazine)
Prerna Bakshi is a writer and activist. She is a Pushcart
Prize nominee and the author of the recently released
full-length poetry collection, Burnt Rotis, With Love, which was
long-listed for the 2015 Erbacce-Press Poetry Award in the UK.
Her work has been published widely, most recently in The Ofi
Press, The Harpoon Review, Red Wedge Magazine and Peril
magazine: Asian-Australian Arts & Culture, as well as
anthologized in several collections. More here - http://prernabakshi.strikingly.com/