Marakuli
Posted: 05 Dec 2019, 23:58
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On my father's side,
a tree at the moment of death.
On my mother's side, the spirit
of the mountain Yeti.
I am born in the imagination.
With coconut husk toes
and nails of dead rhino skin.
I am monarch of the dark night,
but I am also a gnarled tree--
with ugly, misshapen eyebrows,
huge seed-eyes--my hands branches,
my feet stumps of trees.
Yet in between I also
sprout hair. I, Marakuli, come
when summoned----
I come when babysitters
lose their patience.
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On my father's side,
a tree at the moment of death.
On my mother's side, the spirit
of the mountain Yeti.
I am born in the imagination,
whenever there is a dearth
of real animals.
Quickly with coconut husk toes
and nails of dead rhino skin.
I am monarch of the dark night.
I howl like the wind,
converse like a hurricane.
I can make you feel
my presence. Imagine
there is no breeze.
Still I can sway mean plants
not the Tulsi.
I, Marakuli am a gnarled tree,
with animal eyebrows, giant
seed-eyes, my hands branches,
my feet stumps of trees.
Yet in between I also
sprout hair. I, Marakuli, come
when summoned----
ugly, a sore sight for kids
who do not gulp their food.
I, Marakuli, come
when babysitters lose their patience.
Siva Ramanathan
Footnote
Marakuli - the spirit of the woods
Tulsi - basil
On my father's side,
a tree at the moment of death.
On my mother's side, the spirit
of the mountain Yeti.
I am born in the imagination.
With coconut husk toes
and nails of dead rhino skin.
I am monarch of the dark night,
but I am also a gnarled tree--
with ugly, misshapen eyebrows,
huge seed-eyes--my hands branches,
my feet stumps of trees.
Yet in between I also
sprout hair. I, Marakuli, come
when summoned----
I come when babysitters
lose their patience.
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
On my father's side,
a tree at the moment of death.
On my mother's side, the spirit
of the mountain Yeti.
I am born in the imagination,
whenever there is a dearth
of real animals.
Quickly with coconut husk toes
and nails of dead rhino skin.
I am monarch of the dark night.
I howl like the wind,
converse like a hurricane.
I can make you feel
my presence. Imagine
there is no breeze.
Still I can sway mean plants
not the Tulsi.
I, Marakuli am a gnarled tree,
with animal eyebrows, giant
seed-eyes, my hands branches,
my feet stumps of trees.
Yet in between I also
sprout hair. I, Marakuli, come
when summoned----
ugly, a sore sight for kids
who do not gulp their food.
I, Marakuli, come
when babysitters lose their patience.
Siva Ramanathan
Footnote
Marakuli - the spirit of the woods
Tulsi - basil