Meekha Roper
The Night
The night has deep undertones; layers of satin; velvety dark-chocolatey lushness that calls for a devouring. A deep yearning stirs within her; the night beckons the deepest shadows of unbidden desires. An echoless silence fills her lungs, as breathless she waits. Her heart no longer a functional organ, instead a mosaic of butterflies; she is poised. On the brink of an illusory, momentous moment of profound, irrevocable change. The night was decadent tonight, deeper than the ocean black; but then, so was she. Unfurled, she was endless petals of a fragrant rose.
Meekha is an amateur poet, a new wife and step mother to three beautiful girls. She thrives in chaos, loves deeply and uses writing as her one and only lifeline and escape. She works as a business analyst and takes pride in her 9 to 5 desk job. Despite her outward show of confidence, it has taken a lot for her to submit one of her poems to an external publication. Fearful of rejection; doubtful of acceptance this submission is an act of courage.
Meekha is an amateur poet, a new wife and step mother to three beautiful girls. She thrives in chaos, loves deeply and uses writing as her one and only lifeline and escape. She works as a business analyst and takes pride in her 9 to 5 desk job. Despite her outward show of confidence, it has taken a lot for her to submit one of her poems to an external publication. Fearful of rejection; doubtful of acceptance this submission is an act of courage.