What the Silk Remembered
written by: Manpreet Kour
I loved the storm more than I feared the flood
And stood still as the water reached my throat
So, I left the window open, and the silk unguarded
Poured the rain, a quiet ruined reunion
And stood still as the water reached my throat
Fluid enough to flow, too choked to move
Poured the rain, a quiet ruined reunion
Soft showers now hardened into hailstorms
Fluid enough to flow, too choked to move
What once felt gentle now bruises on touch
Soft showers now hardened into hailstorms
Each fold of me collapsed like wet silk
What once felt gentle now bruises on touch
So, I left the window open, and the silk unguarded
Each fold of me collapsed like wet silk
I loved the storm more than I feared the flood
Moonpreet is a poet of silence, storms, and the spaces in between. Her work explores time, trauma, memory, and metaphysical grief with raw vulnerability and lyrical sharpness. Often writing from the edges of existence, she turns overlooked emotions into haunting metaphors — whether it’s a burning toy, a forgotten dandelion, or time counting itself down. Her voice blends rebellion with reflection, unafraid to speak of pain, healing, or the cosmic irony of being human. With a name that means "the beloved of the moon," Moonpreet writes like one: glowing in darkness, soft yet fiercely honest.
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- What The Silk Remembered - October 1, 2025
