There is this childhood memory
that has stayed with me
of a group of friends
chancing upon silver ferns
for the first time
in the forest around our homes,
of examining its’ leaves
with the pleasing green on top
fringed by the unexpected silver
and then all that glorious silver dust below
and a joyous afternoon spent
tattooing our arms and the back of our hands
and our foreheads and cheeks
with that silver dust.
We were obsessed and began to look
at wild plants more closely,
constantly turning leaves
wanting to be surprised.
We had also stumbled on to something else -
that, sometimes,
the real beauty and magic
is in what lies beneath.
Ronita Chattopadhyay (she/her) is an Indian poet who finds refuge in words. Her poems and prose have appeared in numerous online literary magazines in her country and elsewhere. This includes The Hooghly Review, Roi Fainéant Press, Akéwì Magazine, Setu, RIC Journal, Porch Lit Magazine and in online and print anthologies by Querencia Press and Sídhe Press. She also journeys with words in her work while supporting not for profit organisations in India. And she loves books, mountains and tea.