I have just finished reading for the second time Arundhati Roy's disturbing and beautifully written book the "The God of Small Things". She tackles many difficult issues in that book but it is her style that I want to talk about briefly today because her book is full of similes and distorted word spellings that surprise and excite. Today when I went out between 6-700 am with the dogs the air is fresh but not biting and the moon is still visible in the sky. And thanks to her my mind runs away with similitudes about where I am and what it is like.
As crowded as a mustard field
Dust dry
As crowded as a mustard field
Dust dry
Talcum powder traces
Poppies popping like mustard seeds Holly hocks reaching for the skies
The God of Small things in my morning.
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