Yesterdays song
Our lines are carved, like rivulets in stone, As old as the Mountains, We can only mould, and shape, Yet, they intoxicate, like the finest wines, Drawing us to their […]
Tag Archives: poetry
The Black Boy inn
Sitting on a woven throne, A lantern on the ground His head in hands, he’s deep in thought, both his feet are bound. In shackles he was shipped to serve, […]
I-woman
I am a woman of many attributes, sum of my parts, I am whole. I am a mother, a giver, a lover, a thinker, an individual. I am more than […]
The dance
I am posting this as a responce to Bethan’s Wicked Wednesday incentive, but I was aiming this time for something a little more sensual than what I normally write. If any […]
Working girl
Nameless, faceless, suit. Working for the man A daily pursuit. To feed my children Make them see, There’s more to life than me me me. Working girl I am, Nameless, […]
Musings and Smatterings 