INTERNATIONAL JOURNAL OF TRAVEL WRITING Jul ‘12, No. 1.4 | www.coldnoon.com
In the Cemetery of the Painted Church Tombstone orchids. Crosses dividing the air into four quadrants. A sense of being in two places: the cemetery and nowhere. Ants trudge along grassy boulevards like serfs during wartime. Birds on an angel’s wing having a lover’s tiff— Even this church, with its wondrous ceiling of fronds, waves and sand, must paint some shadow.
Arjun Rajendran | p. 9 First Published in Coldnoon: Travel Poetics (Print ISSN 2278-9650 | Online ISSN 2278-9650)