Black & Kinky Amongst Brown Waves

napowrimo, 20 of 30
April 23, 2017, 12:26 am
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i read this line in the beautiful book i’m currently reading, Rooftops of Tehran by Mahbod Seraji, and decided to use it as a poetry prompt.

One character says of his grandmother who is battling dementia after the death of her husband, “He was the God she never worshipped, and now she sees him everywhere.”

(c) 2017 by margaux delotte-bennett

i am making my way to your alter

hands open
knees bent
eyes shutting out what is
so that the mind can paint
what shall be

on bended knee
in open hands
i am making my way to your alter
to stand

in love
through light
despite fright and futures fraught
with spirits caught in a whirlwind

we spin and slide
making a way
beside what we know and see
you continue to walk next to me

holding my hands
cushioning my knees
opening my eyes to possibilities

in love
through light
we spin and slide
and just might collide
as i make my way to your alter
and find my home inside


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