short story

Her Fountains

Focused on  water; breathing deep.

Hearing cries Osun comes forth;

pulling me into her waters.

Bespoke garment as YeYe redresses.

Weaves honey with amber to cleave to me.

In chrysalis spirit burns sensual, delighted.

Gold dust, molten in vessels, frames.

Blood diamonds bolster bones, brilliant.

Carried back to shore, there sea air polished.

Holding YeYe’s mirror embracing transformation.

Mama shows cards of yet to come.

Eased and sure, standing on pearls, smiling.

Embraced in perfumed limbs.  Fed yams to nourish.

Sure I am her own.  I sleep to wake reborn.

Daughter, keeping ancient faith.



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