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Thank you for all your contributions for the 100 word page on “Above”. As is frilling for a preposition the ideas that have been generate are various – from clouds to waterfalls to social rank & pranks. The theme for June is “PAGE”. Please send in your contribution before June 17 to Madhubashini Dissanayake-Ratnayake, C/o The Sunday Times, No. 8, Hunupitiya Cross Road, Colombo 2 N.B. Work sent to this page may be edited.

Cloudscape

A lizard spread eagled on a rock
Turns his ogling eyes
On the cloudscape above him,
Seeing fluting images of
Palms and elephants
Swans and conches
And a myriad other forms.
He nods wisely.
He changes colour to suit the passing scene.
Until
The heated rock beneath him
Reminds him of his one coloured world.

Usula P. Wijesuriya


Above

He was a prankster
His next move we could not guess
Magic stunts he displayed
Which astonished us – no end,
The holidays he spent with us
We can never forget
For the pranks, he so deftly displayed.
Now then, it was our turn
To turn the tables on him too
So we fastened a pail full of water
Above, and on the ledge of the door
And, how very welcome that must have been
Is for anyone’s guess.
Now, sopping wet and with the jolt
He pounced upon us and threatened to throttle us, but -
Instead, showered us with kisses
And a cold, cold embrace.

Sheila Bandaranayake.


Diyaluma

Stand on the cold wet bridge
Spindrift blowing in your face
And watch mesmerised
Earth sky and water
Combine in a beautiful display.
A perfect are of sky above you
A jagged granite cliff
Out of the mist – soaked Vva hills
A rushing stream
Goes airborne over the rim
In an unending diaphonous veil
A sheer drop over its steep face
Into deep dark pools
Seven hundred feet below.

Kamala Gunasekera


Divine Soul

A terrible dream with a demon
And a severe pain in the chest
Disturbed her sleep at midnight,
She was rushed to hospital
And then to the operation theatre
Utterly distressed….
A soft voice came from somewhere
‘Amme!’
Slowly she opened the eyes,
Through the blurred vision of green
She witnessed a pair of sharp but tender eyes,
They reflected the divine soul
Which shone she felt
Above all the souls.

Kumari Weerasooriya
Mahaweli National College of Education, Polgolla.


The Promise

The moon shining above
Myriads of stars
strewn over
Making the world wonderful
Fascinating indeed!
They sat on the rock while
The breezes tanned them.
They gazed at the clean water below
Full of varied hued dancing fish
Five years at the campus,
Sweet memories mingled with
Joy and sorrow;
The dawn would signify their departure
Drawing her closer, he whispered,
“You stood by me through the years
Sharing everything.
I’ll take you home and proclaim to
My Mum that -
You are above my great expectations
In spite of all social strata ….. and
Man made laws. Pray my wish
To be fulfilled!”

Premasingha, Maha-Induruwa

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