A Song for Oshun
A Sonnet for the Orisha Oshun, River Goddess
Oshun, radiant goddess of rivers
First mortal woman named Ìyálóde
With your gentle blessing, each womb quivers
Your will makes ready new life’s small abode
You augment the fertility of minds
Filling them with precious inspiration
Loosing each wit from the dark doubt that binds
Rendering verdant imaginations
Fecundity flows from your sacred smile
As you aided Shango in world making
So do you endow words with grace and style
Of late, some are your sacred grove forsaking
Spare them the terrible flood of your wrath
Grant them, instead, a sorely needed bath!
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D. J. Reddall
I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
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Comments (4)
Oooo, I learned a new word, fecundity! Loved your beautiful poem!
Funny! That last line! So, what culture is she from?
Clever ending!! A bath instead of a flood.
Beautiful