A crown of moons appear
in dreams, the five of them merged as one.
Around a table they sit,
they speak of being, doing, of light and dark.
“….all are equal in madness and in dreams,” they say.
I hear:
mwenye, hindiye, lao wai, gweilo, farang.
Stand tall,
ground your feet, my children
kneel, defy all notions
of master, place, or servant.
Spin quintet of moons upon my head and ears.
Published by natasha devalia
Author Poetry and Art books: ‘Tears and Grape Seeds’ 2025, ‘one touch of the rope’, 2024 and ‘Unseen Veins’, 2023
Zambian of South Asian descent, living in Thailand.
I write poetry, perform, and I’m currently an MFA (painting) student. The themes of my art whether expressed through movement, poetry, painting or as interdisciplinary forms include identity, belonging, mental health and family life.
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Natasha Devalia 