Unperfection by Shreya Manna Teaching myself how to unperfection Reminds me of that time I tried to do A water slide and chickened out only To sheepishly return because The queue I spotted on the other side Was way too long. And I was hoping To return to earth sometime very soon. In the little pod, waiting for the ground […]
Sometimes I feel like a waterfall wrestling with gravity I am heavy and torrential and endlessly crashing against granite. Somehow I spill into the canals dug by words, Slowing, a stream, rolling along soft clay. What I see is a stream of consciousness moving forward. What I see is the endless play of elements as I sit on a cool, […]
The blog hath risen from its slumber! As I have had some free time over the Spring Break, I managed to scribble down this poem. This is inspired by some of my recent reading: Shakespeare's 'Marriage of True Minds' and Carol Ann Duffy's 'Valentine'.
With around 10 weeks to go before AS exams, life seems more like a ‘pandemonium of past papers and revision notes’ than a Paradise Prose. That’s not to say I’m not looking forward to the next few months, however, with a regional World Scholars Cup coming up (P is for pwaa and paradise…you guessed it), writing a short story for my EPQ and well, more revision. World Scholar’s, by the by, is a shed load of work – this is my first time doing it – but the literature anthology has been super interesting. Maybe one or two of the poems will feature on here later! For now, though, all of this means that Paradise Prose will be going to sleep for a while, perhaps until April. Thank you for reading all my quibbles and prose and poems. I have a long, long way to go but the whole rigmarole of brainstorming, thinking, writing, sharing and getting feedback is something I love doing, even if my work is only in the bud. Hope to see everyone soon! Keep reading and readjoicing, Shreya
Dear Winter Wind by Shreya Manna
Dear winter wind
Can you hear my mind - by which I mean
The thoughts that tumble and tremble and clatter
like tea coasters slipping
off a high table?
Here's this week's creative experiment - a 200 word paragraph about a child playing in puddles after the rain, inspired by the rich imagery of The Great Gatsby.
How do I introduce this poem? It is about a beginning or an end that I will ever fully understand. It is about a poem in it’s own way; a human one, a memento of your heritage. What you are about to read is the humble attempt of a great-granddaughter, who, making her own way in the world generations later, […]
