This poem is the morning after I had spent the night before dozing off listening to Taylor Swift's Folklore album on loop. This poem is written with the thought of Taylor Swift, Virginia Woolf and Shahrukh Khan in mind — but primarily myself, as it that’s for one writes and as also I know them only as much as I know myself.
Take Me To The Monk's House
How November has brought the lost warmth back,
I want to call back on the hopefulness in my life—
How the days are keeping tucked late into night,
I want to tuck in my mares in the autumn's dye.
*
But the fall is bleeding out its colours,
Nights are morphing into mares,
The skyline couldn't hold in the warmth
Of the day's glee for the night to sleep.
*
Take me to the monk's house
Take me to her lake
I had wept that day underwater
As she got swept away.
*
I think I have seen this dream before
But never got to the ending
'Cause when you have lost all battles
It isn't always unfinished
The roses I painted red last year
Are now blooming back into frost
November on its way to heal
I am here to submit—
*
How everyone downstairs have stories to tell, I hear,
I want my stories to hold on its voice as I retrieve—
How the words are holding onto its meaning still,
I want to hold on to myself even if it's make-believe.
*
But words keep hurling onto each other,
Drown out by the gurgle of dares,
What taught to dream now on standby
Caught in the reality, rolling in the deep.
*
Take me to the monk's house
Take me to her lake
I will fill my pockets with pebbles
She waded off with.
*
I think I have seen this dream before
But never got to the ending
'Cause when you have lost all battles
It isn't always unfinished
The summer daffodils have withered
I stand in the cold porch bare feet
November on its way to heal
I am here to submit—
*
The clauses of the love laws
Keep changing, trying us out
Clawing on our resilience—
I want a pause, I want a cause
To why the world need to whirl
Faster than the earth
Where are they going
Where do they need to go
If not home?
If not home
*
Let me take you to the monk's house
Let me take you to her lake
Too much and not the mood
Only a longing to rest
Only a longing to rest.
Recommendations:
Portrait of Virginia Woolf — CHANEL
Home: Shirley Jackson and Domestic Terrorism by Jude Ellison S. Doyle
So We Must Meet Apart by Gabrielle Bates And Jennifer S. Cheng
Summer Readings with Charlotte Casiraghi
Emily Dickinson's Herbarium by Maria Popova
Some of my favourite (academic) non-fiction book recommendations for #nonfictionnovember
Until next week,
May the new winter keep you cozy.