Day 17 of the 2012 Kidlitosphere Progressive Poem has wound its way to my blog at last, and what a journey it has become – every line seems to add to its sense of mystery. So, with thanks to Irene Latham who set it on its way, here is line 17, made all the more challenging by Natalie’s beguiling new verb “sisterdance”:
If you are reading this
you must be hungry
Kick off your silver slippers
Come sit with us a spell
A hanky, here, now dry your tears
And fill your glass with wine
Now, pour. The parchment has secrets
Smells of a Moroccan market spill out.
You have come to the right place, just breathe in.
Honey, mint, cinnamon, sorrow. Now, breathe out
last week’s dreams. Take a wish from the jar.
Inside, deep inside, is the answer…
Unfold it, and let us riddle it together,
…Strains of a waltz. How do frozen fingers play?
How do fennel, ginger, saffron blend in the tangine?
Like broken strangers bound by time, they sisterdance…
their veils of sorrow encircle, embrace