Poetry Blogs (2019, stillborn)

bleeding she bleeds
warm fluid it pours
until it can pour no more

every  molecule of life
a warm pool on the foor

quicker than farewell
enough for a well
if only a well would
make her well

for if it were
one shalt wish for you
for the pool to be dry
the floor to remain
away red stain
and if to wish again
erase now the pain

but  tragic..instead
a river of red
helpless nurse by our...

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I've done some work on a previous blog entry, entitled 'Mammy Wata'. I hope it's now a little more complete, and makes more sense. I've a feeling it's going to be one of those projects that NEVER really feels finished.

The Yoruba verses

I - Constance

Who comes to visit me,

when the sea is fat with breath

and streets are quiet?

Who is it hangs, one-hande...

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