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Each month, the work of a featured Deep Water alumnus will appear here. Our featured Soundings creative this

  month is the poet and artist Uma Gowrishankar, whose poem: Slaughterhouse appeared in DWLJ 2014-Issue 2-August.

About Uma Gowrishankar

 

Uma Gowrishankar is a writer and artist from Chennai, South India. Her poems and short fiction have appeared in journals such as Qaartsiluni, Buddhist Poetry Review, Deep Water Literary Journal, Curio Poetry, Words Dance, Carcinogenic Poetry, Pure Slush and Postcard Shorts. Her first collection of poems 'Birthing History' from Leaky Boot Press, is set to be published by mid 2017. She is presently working on a novel in collaboration with a writer friend.

 

 

Uma practices yoga and tends a terrace garden that habitually runs wild. Besides she has a job as an education consultant for a cluster of schools working with children from rural and small urban communities.

 

You can read her poems and stories here: https://umagowrishankar.wordpress.com/

 

You can view her artwork here: https://mauvesea.wordpress.com/

Slaughterhouse

 

“Herbs, trees, cattle, birds, and other animals that have been destroyed for sacrifices

are reincarnated in higher existences.”

                                                                                       Manusmriti : Chapter V, 40    

                                                                                         

The silent jangle of disjointed bones is muted in the breeze over the field of salt where

on rainless months grasses grow for the cattle to feed.

 

Dead wings of butterflies tell stories of forests where sunlight dappled on dry leaves in

flight: gold coins bobbing on foliage where you graze in silence.

 

The day hangs on a bird’s cry, the time between life and death suspended on the hook

of a song; you tear with impatience like a coat filled with wind ready to blow away.

 

You become the umbra of existence, whites of your eyes take the color of the placid

blue sky, painless like a mirror emptied of reflections.

 

I toss a coin into the river for you, the disc folds in the light like your eyes before they

closed the final time, when they rested on the grass field outside my window.

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Uma - DWLJ

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