The dark girl cursed the sunlight and walked with the moon. Her scent was paralyzing in the crisp night air. She was young but beauty had no description for her. It was innocence that slaughtered those who came to prey upon her. Weakened by wishes of forbidden dreams she lured them. Ignorant of her prowess they drank her scent and danced in a drunken trance then fell to her feet—she laughed. Like the sweet taste of ripening fruit she savored their gluttonous desires. Never granting more than a kiss in exchange for a crimson drink—lying in wet thickness.
Published by T.Dwella
I am a poet with an interest in topics that include themes of unity, sensitivity and equality, in addition to the study of women writers of the postmodern era and the experimental genre of contemporary poetry. As a starting point for the focus of my poetry, I am working through interpreting personal observations of the homeless situation in Detroit. In my community and surrounding areas, I have witnessed and experienced discriminatory practices that resulted in senseless divisions in the work place, schools, communities and neighborhoods with increasing numbers of homeless people. Exposure to these real life situations made me question the amount of attention that local governments give to matters of equality, sensitivity and homelessness. I am concerned that there aren’t enough voices in local leadership such as block clubs and community organizations, that encourage passive citizens to become engaged. In the tradition of political activism, I am working through ways to deliver these messages. At this point of development in my poetic practice, I use compression, the tension of the line, and the sounds of language to stress social acceptance and cultural sensitivities. View all posts by T.Dwella