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