Contributor Series 7: The Confessional Diary of Bone
Cradle of Civilization
By Jean Hutchinson
Her ebony silhouette
glowed and shimmered
in morning light.
She stroked her jet hair
until it floated like wool
around her sculpted head.
She glided through life,
her lips, carmine clay,
her nose, a noble pyramid.
She stood astride two worlds,
and, loving both, left mine
to follow her heart.
Today her precious bones
lie buried deep in Africa,
continent of her dreams.
And, oh how I rejoice for her!
And, oh! how I mourn her.
Amen.
A lovely tribute to someone/thing treasured.
Ok, whoever you are, you should not be afraid to claim this work. It’s good.
Thank you for your comment, Bobbie. I’m not afraid to claim this work, only sensitive to the pain it would bring other family members concerning the death of one of our own.