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Ikhda Ayuning Maharsi
Ikhda Ayuning Maharsi

Ikhda Ayuning Maharsi performed her poetry for the first time in 2011 at Cité Internationale Universitaire de Paris. Her poems have been published in The Emma Press Anthology of Mildly Erotic Verse and The Emma Press Anthology of Motherhood. She lives in Naples, where she is enjoying her new role as mother to her little boy Corentin.

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Ikhda Ayuning Maharsi Poetry


Poems from Ikhda, by Ikhda by Ikhda Ayuning Maharsi (The Emma Press – March 2014)

 

 

 

Atlas in Ubud

 

 

He was walking on the road of Ubud

wearing the tee-shirt ‘Obey the Giant’ and smiling

to the old man who had offered him a cigar

He was walking on the road of Ubud

listening to the Balinese gamelan music

and trying to erase all the old, dark memories

He was walking on the road of Ubud

selling his big big paintings

to all his web visitors from the origin Nederlands

He was walking on the road of Ubud

and praying

and crying

remembering

about his lover

that had been lost and eaten by the waves

 

He was walking on the road of Ubud

and nodding

He was a man who was walking on the road of Ubud

a man that deserved to be desired

a man that deserved to be loved.

 

 

 

Lys

 

 

Don’t tell me about my roots

or my life before this

Don’t tell me about my unopened buds

 

I was born before you

so much older than you

but still I keep my colour

that you called pain eraser

that I called monument of the ripped

 

Something that you named maidenhead

for me it is virginity

for me it is the boring lacuna –

what on Earth happens without friction?

 

I have had intercourse so many times with my past

I remember on Sunday morning

big snails and slugs were vined on my buds

satisfying themselves

with pleasure that resonated

They ate my corps

one by one

slowly

ended

Mmh

Mmh

Mmh

I end

but my roots, not.


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