Poetry Before an Exam

Tale of a Once-Knitted Scarf (Rough Draft)

By: Gowri Nadmichettu

Caught on

to the handlebar of descending stairs

swirled like Cinderella, (proof of beware)

stitch by stitch I'm unraveled,

disassembled...

...can't even recall what I resembled.

Now without frame or form, I struggle to stand

with each attempt, limp I land

as do all cotton strands

and wait I must till airy footsteps do sweep

my body of yarn outside these doors

And now I'm here -

Exposed to blue skies

Vulnerable to the world's lies

Not a companion alike to entangle with

But still I smile

Because I can fly

Flutter away

With heaps of help from Wind's gentle hands

And its generous donation of invisible wings

I can venture

Away from the floods and monsoons of unresolvable quests

And into the lands where the sun and the moon

Play together in a sky so clear

And at this height, so near

To where each fiber of me

Has pined to be.