100 Words
View(s):The 100 Word column on “Circle” has brought a lot of new writers to this page and we have sentiments that range from celebrating the ring that bound one in marriage to despairing the loss of freedom it entailed; the sansara; the cycles of nature; love – interesting reflections, all.
The theme for April is “Call”. Please send in your contributions before April 27, 2022 as an attached word file to hundredwordsst@gmail.com. Please also mention the word count, with your name and address. Please note that the work sent to this page maybe edited.
Madhubhashini Disanayaka Ratnayake
Circle
Juxtaposed ferns grow into
A beautiful arrangement of fronds,
Nesting like a circular enclosure
That is filled with speckled eggs,
Whose destiny is society’s judgement,
Where the grass is greener,
The yoke – and yolk – of wedded life.
Some share a melancholy gathering
Citadels of salt beneath murky irises,
Tormented by God, destiny, and chance,
Who can save the best for the last.
In a flowerpot, the first daffodil blooms
In a miracle that astounds biology.
A couple walks out of an IVF clinic
Down Rosmead Place,
Ferns searching for a bright corolla,
To beautify the sterility of
A vanilla existence.
Dilantha Gunawardana
Our spherical mother
I see the invisible circle
The ink of droplets draws
Tingling through space
Like tiny creatures-
Ants without sands.
My dear cloud
You sing
They flow as the blood
Of our spherical mother
Towards the infinite expanse
The inverted sky-
The sea.
They make love to the sun
And die in vain
To be born
Once again
Splitting themselves
They shower as the rain
Searching to unite
They plunge
Into the oceanic terrain
The flame and the reflection
Meet to make the mirror
An organic whole
A linear cycle
So is lost and found
The drops of my profound sorrow
Rathidevi Manipay
Circle
Iridescent points of light in the orbit of your eyes shining
In the nightly blackness like cats eyes a gleaming
The Hawk, watching its prey, prowling high
Circling around before the deadly plunge below
Like the time we wed, your ring round my finger
Then my slim waist balling over no time to linger
Babies to feed, clean, grow and garner
And me a ready groupie, hostess to your World,
Whirling the social round your career to advance
A palace of spherical splendour our house, but no home
Caught in your Circle, no corner to call my own and roam
Sonali Wijeratne
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