young children standing
with arms open to the world.
an endless summer tiptoes
from their aconite-like feet.
there is no partition:
only feet soles covered in soil,
watching yellow kites crisscross a blue
sky. singing in the language of joy,
holding a thousand moons in their palms,
an open land calling out your name: home
An Ode to my Foremothers
the sky cloaks our veils &
we turn into temporary
gods holding a child in
our arms, navigating the
spaces between night & day.
our heads turn like sunflowers
at the brink of dusk, as clinking
sounds of bangles brush against
copper utensils, as if our smallness
is contained in a universe of millions.
Sneha Subramanian Kanta is a recipient of the Charles Wallace fellowship 2019 at the University of Stirling, Scotland. She is a GREAT scholarship awardee and has earned a second postgraduate degree in literature from England. Her work is forthcoming in Quiddity, FLAPPERHOUSE, Hypertrophic Literary, Best Indian Poets, and elsewhere. She is the founding editor of Parentheses Journal and poetry reader for Palette Poetry and Tinderbox Poetry Journal. Her chapbook titled Land: Body / Ocean: Muscle is forthcoming with dancing girl press in 2019.
Image Credit: “Alana,” Menat Allah El Attma