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Gerry Sykes Jan 2
A damp Kohima wakes: a wet sunrise
the drizzle falls: the monsoon’s end is grey:
our wedding day is blessed with gloomy skies
but marriage hopes have blown my clouds away.

Nearby a gift, a mithum grazes grass
and chews with ruminating bovine bliss.
The pots are bubbling to prepare a mass
of food for fifteen hundred; more or less.

My Naga best man sits with me in church:
while she in mekhela, her orchid bloom
walks down the aisle – we stand up from the bench –
as warriors precede her to her groom.

The moment comes to say that I love you
to breath the word “amedo” for “I do”
a. Mekhela - a traditional wrap round shirt worn by tribal peoples of N E India.
b. "Amedo" means "I assent" - equivalent to "I do"
Gerry Sykes Dec 2024
Ascending through a tropic river pass
its forest growing teak and ironwood
where terraced paddy fields ripen like grass
and jungle smells of musky cedar wood.

A check point near Patkai forces a pause,
a landslide farther on extends our stay.
The downstream traffic runs before our cars
are motioned to continue on the way.

The landslip takes us off the asphalt road
and up a steep and muddy jungle track
one lorry slipping, tips then sheds its load
another jam; a stall that holds us back.

At last Kohima town comes into view
a wedding beckons from the tall bamboo.
a. Patkai - a town in Nagaland between Dimapur and Kohima. The Checkpoint for entry into the rest of Nagaland was just after Patkai. Traffic often waits at the checkpoint because of landslides further top the road.
b. Kohima - the capital of Nagaland.
Gerry Sykes Dec 2024
The delta fails to drain the monsoon’s storm
and fetid wetness saturates the air.
Kolkata’s roads are flooded filthy warm;
the ***** water’s waist deep everywhere.

We leave the inundated coastal plain
and fly to Dimapur: our journey stops.
My aunt and I must wait while we obtain
the area restricted pass: time clots.

Detained in an hotel we watch the roads,
from our imprisoning rooftop strewn with junk,
we see the rickshaws carrying their loads,
like toiling metal yellow beetles; cyberpunk.

Our documents arrive, we're on the way
on up the jungle river's steep roadway.
d.  Dimapur - a city/town in Nagaland but on the plain. It has the only airport in Nagaland.
a. Restricted Area Pass - at the time an RAP was required to enter Nagaland.
b. Cyberpunk is a subgenre of science fiction set in a dystopian futuristic setting.  This poem references high tech that looks somewhat archaic.
Gerry Sykes Dec 2024
In musky bamboo jungle, damp and tall,
a wet and humid monsoon scents the air.
The forest hears a hornbill’s gocking call
its woodland eyes are watching and aware.

There, soldiers shoot Kalashnikovs and spread
a cordite quick collateral sharp death.
She wears a Naga shawl warm, black and red,
and watchful says a prayer under her breath.

My centre’s there where tribal logdrums beat
among the soft cicadas nighttime trill
as fireflies dance their tango down the street
and brightly coloured birds sing loud and shrill.

My most important person waits for me
under a shady verdant alder tree.
This is the first sonnet in my attempt at a sonnet sequence. The rest will follow.
The whole sequence tells the story of our wedding and the hurdles we had to overcome to get married. I wrote it as part of a course bur more importantly to celebrate our silver wedding anniversary.

As the narrative is a real event that takes place in an unfamiliar land with its own culture there are some places and few words that might need elaboration.
a. Hornbills are birds found in tropical and subtropical Africa, Asia and Melanesia of the family Bucerotidae. It is important in Naga Culture.
b. Gok/ gocking is an onomatopoeic representation of the sound a hornbill makes.
c. Nagas - the indigenous people of Nagaland (and some parts of surrounding states) in North East India.
  Dec 2024 Gerry Sykes
Lizzie Bevis
The stockings were hung,
but they fell off the wall,
The tree was so crooked,
it threatened to fall.
The cookies for Santa
got burnt to a crisp,
and Grandpa was snoring
with quite a loud lisp.

The cat ate the tinsel
and their whiskers did glow,
while reindeer-shaped lights
blinked sporadic and slow.
The wrapping paper ran out
halfway through,
so presents got covered
in the old Daily News.

But Christmas still came
with its usual cheer,
despite all the chaos
and Dad's missing beard.
For love and good spirits
cannot be undone,
by festive mishaps
and misguided fun.

©️Lizzie Bevis
Gerry Sykes Dec 2024
A mendacious murmuration
  of black pixels dance a fractal fandango
  against the pale pink sky
telling you that all is well with the world.
A susurration of complacency–
  above the exhaust-scented streets
  of Birmingham’s melting asphalt–
whispers, “Don’t worry,
ignore the heatstroke starlings
dropping from the sky
onto viscous pitch dark bitumen”.
The original idea for this poem was the phrase "mendacious murmuration"
Mendacious - lying and
murmuration the word that describes a flock of starlings swirling randomly at sunset.
I chose the word susurration because of the consonance with complacency - I think the meaning of susuration - a hissing whispering sound is not only onomatopeic  but also suggests something sinister.

The underlying narrative ids not that nature lies - but er choose to be misled into thinking all is well.
Gerry Sykes Dec 2024
Miley and I walk down the street
      ignoring the cannabis scented clouds:
      she stops – sniffing every urinated message,
      occasionally leaving a reply.

My dog passes the laughing gas canisters,
    polystyrene boxes and broken glass
    searching for discarded bones, bread and tissue paper
      to eat, rip or claw.

We stroll through the park
      once yellow smiling daffodils grin brown and withered.
Squirrels multiply – fecund rats in the trees,
      Miley too slow to control the rodent population.

Despite urban desolation
      look harder:
        see the green canopy
            grass, birds,
              sometimes even a butterfly.

The world isn’t dead –
      we still have time.
Just a few thoughts about the planet as I walk my dog. We walk through littered streets and a run down park but there are also signs of hope if humanity gets its act together.
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