Rebel Queen

Rebel Queen, she ran naked in her och-red skin



Roaring to the winds
Her Brothers
To the sun
Her Father
With fangs bared, polished like stones
She sneered
Growled
Hissed
Spat
Brilliant vermillion claws caught you unawares
Before you touched the ground
She'd dis-appeared,
Melted into the air.

Moon Beam

The moon birthed
a being with wings on his heels
who slid down the ivory afterglow
That pooled beneath her feet
leaving behind a milky dew
on the brilliant black sand
where we found him.

Bayou

November, 2010 


We danced in the enchanted forest, children of pubescent bodies, children once again

danced to the sound of Kongo drums lifted from the shores of New Orleans, underneath the giant oaks and the drip of a primordial mist

sequined with rainbow-laced cobwebs catching the morning rays, where macaws screamed in the canopies of the trees

and we danced in the swamps haunted by the ghosts of slaves still picking that strange fruit
     
       whose sap perfumed the air with an amber resin smell that made you want to swoon
               
                                 with remembrance of pain, humiliation, anguish

Our feet made the ground shake and the drums beat to the purple morning's glory

               We children of those swaying bodies, trumpeted the news of awakening.