Diwali by Valerie Morton


This is not my October,
no falling leaves crunchy under my boots –

across oceans they are nearing sleep,
grabbing an extra hour from the clocks.

I can almost smell home
as I stand at midnight, looking from the roof:

saris sparkling in the flicker of a million candles
and people kneeling before a decorated cow.

Christmas: I inhale
the scent of cinnamon, cardamom and cloves.

My glass bangles clink as I walk into the light
and a harvest festival of stars.

Valerie Morton’s work has apppeared in various magazines and anthologies in the UK and USA, and has won or been placed in a number of competitions.  She has two collections published by Indigo Dreams Publishing – Mango Tree (2013) and Handprints (2015). She has taught Creative Writing at a mental health charity and during 2016 she has been Poet in Residence at the Clinton Baker Pinetum in Hertfordshire. She is a member of Ver Poets and contributed to their Healing Poetry event in October.

2 thoughts on “Diwali by Valerie Morton”

  1. This poem is full of the wonderful c-words 🙂 And I love how the glass bangles clink, and how that last couplet is full of light and magic and sound – and how it ends with stars 🙂 x

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