Poetry at Sangam
Poetry at Sangam showcases poetry in English and translations as well as essays on poetics and news of new releases.
Summer slows down at September’s edge
The city silent
& in the sloe
scapular of twilight
A crisp seam of smoke
You can almost hear the crack & splinter
Of the season’s gold aflame, see the sunburnt
Shell: man beside it strange
But what if any is
The negative nature of shade
They used to keep an empty
Space should a god or their beloved
Come. What you’ve left is raw & will stay
A setting. It’s there for you, it’s ready
Excerpted from Triptych: The Little Light That Escaped, Alexander Booth.