She dreams about a thousand sweet summers
and a gorgeous garden,
yet life is sweat and pounding
ugly men chants
Mother, I soar to pink misty sky
and death my friend
This is for Elusive Trope’s Magnetic Poetry Saturday Challenge. I read a report that one of the schoolgirls captured by the Boko Haram was recently found and rescued, along with her 10-month-old baby fathered by one of the men who held her prisoner. I think that inspired this poem, but then I heard this stunningly beautiful Handel aria sung by Joyce Didonato in this video. It gives some hope amidst the despair.
But still, there was so much bleakness, so I went to the Oracle for another try.
Full moon song
spirits breathe sweet berry harmony
there in dark verdant forest
they wander, watch
as the river murmurs
we thrive and bloom
Thank you so much, Oglach!
The oracle bequeaths you beauty even in the bleakness. Well done!
Thank you very much, Damien!
despair and hope – two sides of the same coin.
Yes, like Janus. 🙂
I’m glad you went back to it and gave us both. Thanks, Merril. I love being able to come here and read your latest!
Oh, that is so kind, Luanne. Thank you!
I’m glad you found words to counter the weight of the first. Actually, I could see the second poem as a Hallelujah for gaining freedom.
A nice thought–thanks, Ken!
Beautiful and lovely arrangement of words. I especially love the soaring into the pink misty sky.
Thanks so much, Jennifer!
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