This week’s poem, which is really last week’s, but I could not post because of weak network where I was in the north of Uganda, is inspired by the experience of being back here after over 7 years away in Asia and Europe.
African Woman
Flinging anchor and line
The scene of the crime
I’ve returned to where it all started
I’ve tossed to the wind
The sense of my skin
I find it no longer suffices
Green depth and red heat
Gold warmth and black beat
Sweet virtues and soft whispering vices
I’ve fought through my fight
I’m claiming the right
To be an African woman
Arua 2017
Home again! The pleasure shines through the lines. Lovely
Beautiful, Rilla. Best wishes. xxx
Succinct and strong – very expressive. Thanks for sharing it. What are you doing in Kampala/Uganda now and for how long, do you think?
Working, 1 year contract. I’ll write…
Thank you for posting this Rilla again such beautiful colors in your words. Lots of loving greetings going your way & to your family, Dale & Elena
Thank you, Elena, hope you are both thriving!
Welcome back Rilla.
Thank you, it’s good to be here!