my favourite evening primroses
flowers blossom bright. scented corollas sing in tropical rain. their voices
chorus at midnight’s echo. buds open at clock’s
gong, with a collective laugh ringing, the flowers’ burgeoning tingling,
their petals throb like nervous veins
full of memories... they quiver under stinging nettles as
the air fills with music, and notes ring out like bells –
lyres play in the garden… the primrose dances...moving and
recharging the heavens while whispering secrets in the dark.
nearby, candles perspire and burn. the light captures flowery shadows...
fireflies romance each other intertwined in nectar and desire
over petals shimmering with dew as raindrops glisten on buds...
and my flowers gleam till morning’s due. ah, I love to see my primrose bloom.
*this poem can be read 3 ways: horizontally or each column vertically
Minoti Vaishnav is a South Asian short fiction author, poet, and television writer. She is an alumna of the Paramount Writers Mentoring Program and holds a Masters degree in Creative Writing from Oxford University. Minoti has been published in dozens of anthologies and literary magazines. She lives in Los Angeles.