i.
i am
the holy whore,
redfoot woman.
i can still see the henna;
brass and gold sing as i walk--
ankles, feet, neck and crown
heavy with adornments.
full
always full
of my own
water.
quenching thirst,
cleansing souls.
i have laid upon the altar,
gave and gave;
conceived children of god
deep within myself
greeting them with fruit and incense
upon conception.
ii.
maybe
i have always known my place.
now, men fear
rather than respect;
no one teaches them anymore
no one leads them.
...yet they come.
drawn to the old ways
with numbed tongues
and far deeper wounds
than my hands can heal.
iii.
i am qadishtu,
a woman alone in her tent;
snow maiden,
daughter of het heru;
lightning for eyes,
honey for thighs.
nearly alone
this lifetime.
unadorned,
nearly forgotten...
but unable
to fade away.
I love the descriptive monikers and colorful words used to highlight what I think would be a semblance of Osun's characteristics...right? I dig this piece!
ReplyDeletei was going off a series of dreams/experiences/feelings that i've had which definitely affirm my connection to osun and her ase.
ReplyDeletei wrote more after this that i'll clean up and post later...that will probably illuminate a few things.
thanks for reading!