ABOUT ME

PERICOPES

Brown clay vessels harden in ovens

Like a goldsmith’s craft.

Hands have carefully crafted me

Become me,

Browned and pliant.

 

In magical turning wheels

You can witness my creation,

Bubbling, giving way to

The stunning stately shapes of my sisters.

 

Pericopes of me

Are from everywhere.

A feather from a robin, an eagle and an owl

Joined my body

In the beginning of Time.

You will never know

When you read from me

But I remember.

 

Who am I? Just someone bumbling through life.

Discovering, seeking, hoping, listening, learning and writing through my very own unique adventure of life. Thank you for stopping by. – Divya Anne Selvaraj

Just in case you want to get in touch.