Sonali Wijeratne

Sonali Wijeratne (B.A Sri Lanka M.Sc and LLB London UK). She says her first love is writing, reading, thinking, living, and working amidst nature. Her career spans Sri Lanka’s Diplomatic Service overseas and the ITC/UN in International Trade Policy and Promotion retiring as Director General of Commerce Sri Lanka.

Breastmilk

Her finger touching the nether lipSometimes, in pensive thought.At night bent wound like a nippleSucking slow to soothing, sleepHand flung caressing the pillowDreaming the soft breast of her malike it was in her infant state. What pains this proud poised,Independent young woman,A

Circle

Iridescent points of lightin the orbit of your eyes shining,in the nightly blackness like a cat’s eyes gleaming.The Hawk watchingh its prey, prowling high,Circling around before the deadly plunge below. Like the time we wed, your ring round my fingerThen my slim

The Birthing

A wrinkled fleshly fruit plucked out of my womb They asked me if I want to look and feel and hold Angry, I turned my head away, an emphatic no For the pain the wriggling brat had given me so