Hibiscus blooming, spilling fire across fertile, ochre earth
Sun blazing, relentless, darkening skin, burning softness until it echos the earth
Pulp of mango on my tongue, sweet and fibrous, its juice never enough
Cicadas rasping their endless chorus, an ancient pulse that echoes in my dreams
The heady musk of tropic air thickens, an old scent woven through the humid night air.
About the Creator
Ronke Babajide
Woman in IT, Natural Scientist, Life Coach, Speaker, Podcaster, Writer, Founder
Host of the “Women in Technology Spotlight” https://bit.ly/3rXvHvG
Creator of "The Queen Bee Hive" https://thequeenbeehive.net/en/
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Comments (2)
such an amazing piece wel done
Made me miss mangoes. Lovely writing.