Aisha with Beads

Aisha with beads

And her African smile

Takes shade

With sun high

Under Gamada's tree

 

A million dim shimmers

From soil baked to amber

Look on as Aisha

Hums softly

Her tune

 

She dreams of the evening

When Kofi

Her lifeblood

Returns with his quarry

And together they'll eat

 

And how proud he will be

When she lays out before him

The beads she has wrenched

From the preacher's cut throat

 

Aisha with beads

And her African smile

Takes shade

With sun high

Under Gamada's tree

Martha Street ►

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Robert Mann

Thu 28th Jan 2016 11:07

Jim - love the animalistic quality of Aisha and equally the quality of the writing.
Rob

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Jim Trott

Mon 25th Jan 2016 20:27

Thanks Stu. Appreciated.

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Stu Buck

Mon 25th Jan 2016 19:07

love it. did not see the fourth verse coming, nice twist that shifts the whole piece and makes the re-read a completely new experience. clever bit of writing.

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