BRAIDS by Krisha Wignarajah

CONTENTS

It is raining...

Braids

Birds have wings...

Flies buzz...

It is evening...

Grade Two

I go home...

Wellawatta Outdoor Bazaar

Curfew

Amappa's Eyes

Islands

I reached out...

Evening Walk

Awakening shadow...

The Flight

A Robin's Bath

The Heron and the Swan

War on a Mango

Tea with Dadda

Granite Stone

Sigh with the wind...

Today, I have gone back...

About the Poet

Acknowledgements

Chapbook Home

Friday Circle Home

Braids

by Krisha Wignarajah

Tea with Dadda

The tea-leaf
black as your sun-burnt forehead
twisted as my heart
from waiting to be tenderly loved
in spite of your son,
edges fray from the twist
anger pulling back
plucked from a hill
in Nuwara Eliya
so close, so close to you,
I hold your essence
in my tea-cup.