Tantra
My reluctant mind unfolds into light and space…
unfamiliar mists of colour brush against feeble resistance…
infinite tones of interstellar music caress every surface…
the heady breath of ecstasy drives me onward…
through fragile layers of cerebral dross…
…..til protest succumbs to pleasure
and I burst
amazed
into the eternal cosmos
of perpetual oblivion.
Maia Cornish
When she retired, Maia Cornish began writing for publication. She prefers to write micro and flash fiction, poems and short stories. But she has a box of unfinished novel manuscripts, accumulated over the years. She is currently attempting to finish at least one of them before it’s too late.