Poem of the Week

Divine

I have heard my father

rattling the beans in his fist

like a rain spell

like a handful

of hard desert beetles

like dark prayer beads

I have seen them

transformed 

by delicious alchemy

into brown slabs,

ambrosial ingots

wrapped in gold.

The first bite 

of Divine chocolate

fills my mouth

with the flavours

of a sky line

softening after sunset,

the sugared breath

of mild benevolent winds,

the vanilla balm

of lullaby’s,

calm rivers humming

as they meander

through my land.

The first bite 

makes my tongue sing

a new song;

a song of melted honey

and mythic spices

sweetening the landscape

as it flows.

Gaia Holmes