Another 6 months has gone by!

It is becoming a habit that I seem to update every 6 months! That is because I am writing my Masters dissertation - so enjoying Louise Bennett, the Jamaican poet who writes in the Creole. So much to research. In the meanwhile I post up a  poem which I wrote 3 months ago about out historical roots.

the path that lies beneath our feet

consequently, the glittering scales of today rest

critically tipped towards a white future.    

precious silence lives only in the shallow spaces -

  in the slipstream

            of technologically high velocities of noise.

because, we have forgotten to breathe, to inhale,

to momentarily halt the relentless momentum

to stand still and recall slower, measured moments

and feel the power of the living, long fingered  roots beneath us

insistent, curious roots that probe layer upon layer

of hidden, vital strata,

spreading into the crushed, compacted bones of lost generations

whose memories create a solid path for us to walk ahead.

our fresh exciting footsteps, cutting  into soft virgin soil,

mimic those imprints from another era

which are  pressed out deep

deep below –

 their paths of  knowledge

mesmerising magnets

for our over anxious feet.

as the years drip through porous rock

it is in the silence that we will hear their voices

guiding us,

only if we choose to pause

and listen..