Our Ambassador Car | Gopikrishnan Kottoor

THE FOLLOWING POEM WAS SELECTED IN WINGWORD POETRY PRIZE 2023 LONGLIST.

Our brand new Ambassador car

Was all painted ivory.

I remember how then, I danced round and round

Like it was a golden tambourine.

Mother kept jasmine flowers

Hanging upon its laughing bonnet

Young smoking father, he

broke two coconuts

upon its engine,

to drive away the devils and the gremlins.

And our driver stomped into the hard steering

driving his Bela kiss mush

lit jog sticks, and pinned

them there into the air vent

like she was a girl that must be perfumed

before first night .

We turned the yellow thing

Into a pinned lemon butterfly.

Well, now with hands gone shaking

this morning I wake from sleep,

in a dream of dead dogs

& red kitten heads

rolling from

the old school book shelf,

With the ghosts of father and

mother

framed upon dead skin on the wall

and love

Steaming from its boiling radiator;

My childhood dead in its red oxide dickey.