The way of the women
The way of the Nomadic WomenĀ
The night falls on her tresses
she is the night time
That bounds and waves through the atmosphere
I am herĀ
The nomadic womenĀ
Sit with their fires in a fountain of cool waterĀ
They folly with childrenĀ
And tell tales of their Lost villagesĀ
Where are these RelicsĀ
These women who were builtĀ
from oceansĀ
Their layered skirts laying drying out on their verandasĀ
Their fires at their feet
We who are the Keepers of talesĀ
Know only of their defeat we do not knowĀ
Of their woesĀ
Their troubled soulsĀ
Linger in their potsĀ
Their fires at their feetĀ
Their headwrapsĀ
wrapped around like crownsĀ
They are the daughters of my ancestorĀ
They live in my storyĀ
And i am a tree BlossomingĀ
In their rich soil.Ā
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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!Ā
Bless you Christopher. Much appreciation for your sincere words, It is wonderful to know that someoneĀ has seenĀ 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.