The Mustard Tree | Irene Jose Kalapurakkal

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

Belief grew in my uterus,

until it ballooned

for months and months

to deliver the harvest

I wanted.

The cycle continued.

Belief grew deeper

like a tree growing;

its roots in me.

From the thinnest strand

of hair atop,

to the the tiniest

twig of the foot imprints.

A construction so solid;

foundation strong,

for the house of life

I always wanted to live in.

Underneath it lay

the crushed fears

conquered demons,

venomous snakes

and squashed vermin.

I watered it everyday,

like a mustard tree growing

into a majestic tree,

Underneath it,

I sat,

in the shadow,

in peace, in light.

A smile from within

adorned my face.

I saw a butterfly

fluttering away,

from the coccoon

hanging from the tree.

So long it took,

but never missed the flight.

Rejoice I did;

bliss I indulged in.

An old chapter closed

forever.

By him; faith.