Wednesday, August 25, 2010
Ritual by Biola Olatunde
I introduce to you Knight Chills Poet of the Week - Biola Olatunde
Ritual
By Biola Olatunde
She wore red
midriff across her breast
and took the path
that led to her nest
The crickets sang
a melody to the breeze
Jasmine scented night
Moonlit kissed sky
They stood hidden
amongst the brambles
machetes gleaming
She sang along the path
thoughts of loved faces quickened her steps
they moved one pace closer too
the owl screamed a warning
lady you are led
to a fiery slaughter
The moon dipped
they jumped out
incantations galore
faces smeared with terror
one pinched scream
then a whimpered silence
the march to the grove
of the ancestral spirits
Now her red is spattered
with the red of her blood
it is the ritual of ignorance
danced by dead and living
In the eerie market square.
As they danced
her head impaled
on the grimaced mask
of dead ancestors
and her children
wait for her return.
Thank you Biola for your extraordinary contribution.
You may click on Biola's name above to go to her site or copy and paste this link: http://biola-ephesus-ephesus.blogspot.com
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I love Biola's name. Great poem. Thanks for sharing.
ReplyDeleteEverything about Biola is wonderful. She's an amazing human with unbelievable talent. Thanks for showing love, M. :-)
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