if music be the food of love...

Thought to share a poem I wrote many years ago, the blog post title, just like the picture - have nothing to do with the poem, lol, "I blog what I like" after all...enjoy x

Daughters of the Soil

Dancing chimbwidos

Sing and rejoice

Camouflaged by the serenity of the dusk

Their ululating is ubiquitous

 But under the guise of the fast approaching night

The sound of their shrill voices

Seems as though they are One

With the movement of the wind

The wind carries the red soil

In its midst, the soil tainted with blood

The blood of its daughters

So as the wind flows

Creeping through the cracks of windows

It is said that the wind is ‘dancing’

The wind that carries the red soil

The soil that is saturated with the blood of its daughters

The red soil that is these daughters

It sings and rejoices

Rousing newborns from their slumber

Tickling the naked skins

Of lovers as they come as one

Night has completely fallen

The chimbwidos now whisper

Like a lullaby

They put the babies to sleep

Like a love song

They set the mood for the lover’s cuddle

Nobody moves

The village is at peace

With not even a watchdog

Guarding over it ready to strike

There is no fear of intruders

The village is wrapped

Tightly wrapped by the humming wind

The soil the wind carries

Is like a soldier’s armour

Shielding his body not letting any arrow pierce his heart

The red soil is like a shield, not letting anyone or anything pierce this village

As Dawn comes upon us

We start to stir

Peeping out of our windows

We say goodbye

For until dusk returns

The wind will go

And bring back with it

The daughters of the soil