Season of Crows

a childhood in India, 1956-1972

Mrs Alzheimer


She calls me in the cold dark morning
From five thousand miles away
I hear the mobile chirrup and my heart
Knots with the familiar slight dread
I hear her voice harsh as a crow’s foot
Scraping a dead branch in winter snow
‘Get me out of here!’ she cries
‘Get me out now or I will be dead soon!
They have kidnapped me!’
I can see her rolling eyes
And her mouth twisted in an old face
But I cannot help; the time is long gone.


Author: Arjun_L_Sen

Born in India in 1956. Grew up in London, Calcutta (Kolkata) and Delhi. Studied history at university in Delhi and completed a sub-doctoral research degree in Social Anthropology at Oxford University. Interested in creative writing, art and animal rights. Art website at Has lived in Spain since 2003.

2 thoughts on “Mrs Alzheimer

  1. Arjun, why didn't you tell me you had a blog!? These poems are wonderful! You are talented at so many things, but I am not surprised because your heart is full of content and your concern for this world is deep and abiding. I love poetry so much. I am so happy to find your poems. Anita

  2. Thanks for your lovely comment, Anita! I don't really write much poetry now … I used to but I kinda lost faith in it. I turned to prose. But these four poems I wrote this year. Funnily, it comes out when I'm stressed or sad about something, usually, not when I'm happy. So maybe it's good sign that I don't really do it much (??).

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