# Half Moon

- Link: https://writersworkshopindia.com/2018/06/25/half-moon/
- Published: 2018-06-25T18:19:12+00:00
- Author: shuktara

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**Author:** Reshma Ramesh[](https://writersworkshopindia.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/06/Half-Moon-1.jpg)
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Pages:** 88 **Year of Publication:** 2018 **Price:** Rs 200 **ISBN: **978-93-5045-
175-5 (9789350451755)

_**About the Author**_
 Reshma Ramesh’s first collection of poetry, _**[Reflections of Illusions](http://www.writersworkshopindia.com/books/poetry/redbird/reflections-of-illusions/)**_,
published by **Writers Workshop**, India, in 2009, was presented in the International
Read and Share Conference attended by Asian countries and Pulara 8 in Malaysia in
April 2017. She is a Fellow of the Regal World of Scribes, member of the World Congress
of Poets, and has presented her poetry in the 37th World Congress of Poetry, 2017(
Mongolia), Pulara 7 International Poetry and Folk Song Festival in Malaysia (2016)
and the World Poetry Radio Show in Vancouver (2017). Her poems have been featured
in journals like _Enchanting Verses Literary Review_, _World Poetry 2017 Anthology_
and _Poems of the World_ (Library of Congress, Washington DC), and have been translated
in Bengali, Albanian, Turkish and Mongolian. Dr Ramesh received the Savitribhai 
Phule National Women Achiever award, 2018. She lives in Bangalore where she practises
dentistry.

_**Teaser**_

_You Draw Me_

You draw me like the rain draws shadows
 Filling empty cobwebs without names Breaking
into memories of a town, a street, A yard and a window, a child sitting with a book
Clasped in his hands with empty eyes.

You draw me like unpossessed places do
 Like a travellet lost in the past leaning
into the fading light Against a noise in the sea, searching for the burnt smell 
of autumn Searching for a midday shadow cast over a poem.

You draw me like distance, fleeing from all intimate things like
 Soft kisses, butterflies,
breadcrumbs, trains and emptiness And put me in a book, among words where someone
wrote About islands and children with lamp-lit brows And an orchid pressed between
the sheets.

_**Contents**_
 70 poems