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lover of words and banana bread

and the words taste of home now

May 6, 2020

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malayalam.
a palindrome language
in which poetry is woven into prose
like jasmine into garlands. a playful
language, with puns and proverbs
peeking out from between the lines.
once i learned to ignore the smirks and the sneers
i realized there was a secret hidden under my tongue
i loved malayalam
loved how each phrase floated in my mouth
like a coconut in water. 
loved how each sentence was heavy
with the rustle of silk saris and sandalwood paste 
and silvery glass tumblers of buttermilk.
 loved how sentences slid down my throat
smooth as honey.
i may not have said 
the words right, but that didn’t stop my
 tongue from caressing each syllable it
 spoke. the letters clinked against my teeth,
  bangles  of gold now. each one was a lullaby.
 a hymn. a mother calling her child home.
and  maybe it was never about my tongue,
 but the insults that slipped from the 
tongues of others.

maybe it was never about
 my tongue, but my mind.   
i guess this is part two of my previous poem, slips of the tongue(s). i used to dislike malayalam for nine of the ten years i had to study it and then fell in love lol. tried inserting imagery specific to kerala/malayali culture.

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4 Comments
  • Charisse Marison

    I love the descriptions, they are so vivid and beautiful! Great work!
    Also, banana bread is the best thing ever, I am so with you on that :)


    7 months ago
  • ElsaRee

    nice!


    7 months ago
  • joella

    wow!! this is beautiful :)


    7 months ago
  • asta

    love the figurative language here!


    7 months ago