Narcissus

Thread

Prerana’s poem explores the myth of Narcissus, and whether he was actually looking at himself in the pool.

Narcissus

There is so much 

To look at 

I am caught staring

Endlessly 

 

Into a tubewell

 

Concentric layers of 

Dirt 

 

Glint in the sunlight 

there is a withered bat 

with it’s wings torn off

 

A lost piece 

of woven thread

a tinkle of 

A merry laugh 

 

this is what it feels like 

to be flayed alive 

 

I am looking 

at a sliver of grief 

that has wormed 

Twisting patterns 

Deep

 

I cannot 

look away 

 

a trapped Firefly 

Flickers 

      Before Death 

               Before Pain 

                            Before 

 

About the poem: It explores whether Narcissus was just looking at himself in the pool, or perhaps if he was looking at all of humanity, or all of what could have been.

Prerana Kumar is a nineteen-year-old pluviophile who likes chasing dreams, chugging coffee and spends a lot of her time giving out free hugs.

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