Ma-Ma Mar

Once upon a time
in a place where I was young
an old woman polished
a brass fitted book
leather bound
scrolling upon its face
silver gild pages
Terra Ignota font

She called out to me
amidst battle-cry's
to settle the dust
come sit quietly
by Her side

I fell upon
a shadow dancer's blade
clutching my chest
splayed out
on parlour grounds

Leather upon leather
cracks to sunken cracks
peeling the ages onto its back
She tells lain waves
brown to blacken hair
how ships carried
variant locks
holding pasts to present

pictures form in mind
where two lands
join to one
tribes with white
blighted time

There were men who called
bounty claimed as wife
their right in lands unknown
brown and black years weave
unto trails of tears

Old Hickory string in weave
kept no counsel
along savage family
no mention no nod
only hate of them all
Jacksa Chula Harjo
Sharp Knife King Mob
shadow dancer thief

Thus these trails
place my lines
there among crags
where I am I
and they were then

As Ma-Ma Mar
Shares Her final page
leaning down to kiss my head
blood of blood on the page
in the vein, memories today
Written by souladareatease
Published | Edited 22nd Aug 2013
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