She was left behind on the marbled staircase
Just as she had begun to climb the first step into
Solid colour.
She could see pastels floating above her head
Escaping as she tried to hold on to them.
They floated up into the fluffy white mantle
Lingering on the horizon before gliding towards
Celestial city.
So she stood.
One foot ready to move forward,
Then pushed back from the swirling light
Onto the frenzied patterns.
Ensnared betwixt colour and chaos
Trapped in fragmentary expression.
Rhea Dhanbhoora has been writing since childhood, has published a book of poems (Poetry Through Time, published by English Edition in 2003) and is currently a Literature student, writing features as part of a full-time job. She can’t imagine a life without writing and one day hopes to be able to live and breathe off the words, preferably in an idyllic country setting somewhere. Food, music, reading and travel are high up there on the list of things she loves reading and writing about. Writing to her is, like life itself, an adventure – a journey to find her place, to define and redefine who she is over and over again and to live and learn through the process.