The way of the women
The way of the Nomadic WomenÂ
The night falls on her tresses
she is the night time
That bounds and waves through the atmosphere
I am herÂ
The nomadic womenÂ
Sit with their fires in a fountain of cool waterÂ
They folly with childrenÂ
And tell tales of their Lost villagesÂ
Where are these RelicsÂ
These women who were builtÂ
from oceansÂ
Their layered skirts laying drying out on their verandasÂ
Their fires at their feet
We who are the Keepers of talesÂ
Know only of their defeat we do not knowÂ
Of their woesÂ
Their troubled soulsÂ
Linger in their potsÂ
Their fires at their feetÂ
Their headwrapsÂ
wrapped around like crownsÂ
They are the daughters of my ancestorÂ
They live in my storyÂ
And i am a tree BlossomingÂ
In their rich soil.Â
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Ikram, awesome poetry, so well crafted with imagery galore, loving the place this write comes from, you show subtle word control and pacing, this would sound so cool being read out loud, enjoyed this quite a lot, applause!Â
Bless you Christopher. Much appreciation for your sincere words, It is wonderful to know that someone has seen where im writing from. I enjoyed reading your work and know you understand where that place is.
Funny this is ive read this piece outloud as I live in London and do that regularly , it was received well and I am grateful to be the vessel.
Peace and Prosperity to you and your Family.