‘Where time is drowned in odour-laden winds
And Druid moons, and murmuring of boughs,’ – W.B. Yeats
Rains have stopped long ago
The river shifted
Land under deep water, now
Caked mud and mass of shifting sand
Million moons have passed
Monsoon and drought
Everpresent harrowing floods
Curse of erosion, a
Constantly changing landscape
Amidst the hardship
Life moves on
Chanting and dancing
Music and culture
Living monasteries
Cycle of life
Constant struggle of
Destruction and construction
As the dragon to the north
Dreams ambitious
To throttle the life line
Turning enchanting island
To lifeless desert
Simple souls carry on
Oblivious of the fate
That may soon befall
How many more moons
How many more moons
Only time will tell
Image of Majuli Island from Google
This poem is in response to Jane Dougherty’s A Month (November) with Yeats Challenge day Eleven
Fleeting Muse 