Across the Bay
To the sounds of drums
the way water smoothes stones
Oshun writes her name.
In the dry season
the flamboyant that preached fire,
hums a harvest hymn.
From drought hardened earth
seeds that I had forgotten
unfurl their green flags.
In the Everglades
bees tumble in the mid-air
drunk on grape nectar.
About the Creator
Geoffrey Philp
I'm a Jamaican writer. I write poems, stories & essays about climate change, Marcus Garvey, Bob Marley, haiku & haibun. I've published a graphic novel for children, "My Name is Marcus." For more info, visit: https://www.geoffreyphilp.com/
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Comments (3)
great imagery! great poems!
Vivid and compelling Images and story combined. Very nice work!
Beautiful.