Weather Child

Sometimes the air in which roses
grow and trees thrive turns boisterous,
then rough. It tousles their foliage, then knocks
them down so that a child watching all this
out of a window thinks without knowing
what it’s thinking : that’s how it must be,
living with a parent with an uncertain temper.
By,
Suniti Namjoshi

Comments :I liked this poem because of the analogy with trees – found it an unusual link to child abuse. Incidentally, it is part of a book titled ‘Sycorax’, which is one worth buying. It has both prose and poetry, a lot of which is a tongue-in-cheek and cynical look at reality. Zen

Click on http://ambainny.blogspot.com/2008/02/suniti-namjoshi.html to read Suniti’s comments about this poem, part of an interesting interview given by her.

About the poet :
Suniti Namjoshi (born 1941) is an Indian writer and poet, many of whose works explore issues of gender and sexual orientation. She has written several collections of fables, poetry and fantasy fiction. She has also written some children's fiction (Aditi and the one eyed monkey, Aditi and the Thames Dragon etc). She was born in Mumbai. She has worked as an officer in the IAS and held several academic posts in India and Canada. She now lives in the UK.
Read further details at http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Suniti_Namjoshi and http://india.poetryinternationalweb.org/piw_cms/cms/cms_module/index.php?obj_id=9964