Odds and Ends from a Poem on Odds and Ends
A pity, it began as a reflective study.
A bird's eye view of Kafka's conundrum
Is a fallen leaf lost, or free?
I slid a window wide open
Found a dead moth crumpled on the sill.
A lost (free) king's battlefield burial, adorned in
metal from worn swords, dim and jewels off their hilts.
I pondered as a practiced witness.
Was I the one to strike the killing blow?
As the window rolled over it's breaking bones
Was I bound?
Tossed a lonesome coin into the wishing well,
Praying it would skip like stones.
I was nothing, I am nothing
but a witness.
In this whirlpool of odds and ends in their quest to untie their odd-end knots.
A ghost, but
I was not the only coat of dust
Settling on walls, floors, bars and handles
Hinges of doors, I was not the only architectural irrelevance.
Empty cabinets, abrupt bends, scarce flower beds against the yard wall.
An onlooker drowning in a sea of moth-killers.
A moth-killer drowning in a sea of onlookers.
Waziha Aziz is a grade 11 student from Chattogram, Bangladesh. She is an amateur writer, published on platforms such as SHOUT magazine. She is also currently a columnist for the Ice Lolly Review. You can find more of her work via Instagram @useless_depressing_poetry.