The Girl in the Clouds


She was a fleeting vision of translucent iridescence

as she strolled in silence under the colored heavens.


Grey ribbons that tamed her shoulder-length hair

beautifully complemented her long, flowing dress.


And bell-shaped sleeves billowing with the breeze

were matched by the wave of the sash on her waist.


Her head leaned towards a book held in her hands;

she was totally oblivious of all the curious glances.


Then a gust hurried by, she gazed up for just a while

gave a small, courteous bow, and suddenly she was gone.


Merging into all the shades like water-drops on wet paint

“Marvellous!” I thought aloud, of the girl I saw in the clouds.


Rupali Mistry