Hey Momma

Image: Kayip Masal

ENLIGHTENING Deep, swift, groaning grumbles, pounding in ‘head splitting’ bubble. Static. Buzzing drones, midst air, ominous flash of lightening, flares. Throbbing twinges in her bones, the drum of darkness, feels cold. No creature born of blood and flesh, escapes the wrath, of shocking net. Flickering sun, clashes with clouds. in a tsunami, of echoing sounds. Summoned from their hidden lairs, ‘Those’ who are entrusted to its care. Hearing the wind chimes jangle, rain catchers, are tilted, at angle. Lounging around in shaded porches, transfixed, to the vexing of light torches. Sipping on tea of chamomile flowers, lemon, fruity, sweet and apple sour. Listening ears, breathe in the wind, weathered eye, in vigil. So it begins. Lips now puckered into whistles, celebrating, intense electric bristles. Gather round the ‘Storm Witches’ Now. Before the thunderbolt blitzes. Inhaling the future, exhaling the past, emotive spells of storm’s furore. Be cast…

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