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    Made in India: travels in poetry
    Made in India: travels in poetry
    Made in India: travels in poetry
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    Made in India: travels in poetry

    By Jen Gibson

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    'Enjoy a rewarding trip to India with Jen Gibson. In poems exotic yet familiar, women sweep, peaks rise, spider webs quiver with a footfall, birds call and children chant. But in evoking the full sweep of her Indian experience, we hear of greedy cities, lethal childbirth and child brides. Jen Gibson's eye is keen. Her voice is clear. The poems are
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherDebbie Lee
    Release dateJun 25, 2015
    ISBN9781740279871
    Made in India: travels in poetry

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      Made in India - Jen Gibson

      Made in India

      Shivaliks

      jagged peaks that dip and rise

      a far-stretching line

      of white meringue

      if I could use my tongue

      lick soft-serve ice cream

      on a giant’s scale

      I’d have formed you

      vast Indian serpent range

      cloud flecked

      beneath me.

      Shiv’s Falcon

      Surely Shiv

      if I ingest your bhang

      your opium

      I will fly too

      leap from my window

      on this green, exultant morn

      soar serene over mountain heavens

      loop and circle

      buoyant on air-sea

      scan creation

      know your bliss of being.

      Crocus

      Suddenly you come

      bursting pink delight

      by rock and mountain

      under trees filled

      with discarded plastic bags

      delicate sun-drawn crocus.

      George

      George,

      ‘Father George’

      your name’s gloomy as

      my ancient uncle

      but you, most definitely, aren’t.

      Dark and vibrant

      your bearded face sparkles

      open, flirting, innocence

      your beaming white smile

      jolts my heart

      and that sharp Jesuit twist of mind

      nudges my thoughts in fresh directions

      If only you were not

      ‘untouchable’…

      Kingfisher

      surveying your kingdom from

      electric wires

      folded wings unruffled

      rich splashes of colour

      that hint at more

      till I see in

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