YRKB
05-15-2013, 10:51 AM
From your...
Delicate, finely made -
Pecan hued, frame;
The golden-Hazel gaze that scolds, sulks,
simpers, shies or shines
from within it's Almond shaped setting...
To, I suppose now, even your
name -
'Rosalie',
The frame in which your face will forever be set in...
You have always seemed, to me...
Well,
Ornamental - as much as,
Experiential...
Rosalie, Amah -
my mother's mother -
The jewel in your daughter's crown,
And, as such, my heirloom -
Passed down.
Even in times you indulged -
your quiet, epic anger;
like thunder-clouds, cinching skies over Vieux Fort,
wherein stands the Island home you bought -
perhaps, Rosalie,
you thought -
you were ordinary all along...
My God, you were wrong!
But as yet, my grandmother -
in all 21 years that you have been mine,
in all this time,
Rosalie Rodway...
descriptions evade you,
in any definitive way.
Your elder sister told us all -
you navigated the house's drain-pipes
in your petticoat,
at night;
to dance 'The Twist';
'My God! My God!'
She said -
How she did it!
And I looked then at your lowered face,
the certain smile,
to see -
that Rosalie!
Early sixties -
South American beauty,
string band in the back -
hair clasped high, and on the attack!
Copyright Yafeu-Khamisi Rodway-Brown
Delicate, finely made -
Pecan hued, frame;
The golden-Hazel gaze that scolds, sulks,
simpers, shies or shines
from within it's Almond shaped setting...
To, I suppose now, even your
name -
'Rosalie',
The frame in which your face will forever be set in...
You have always seemed, to me...
Well,
Ornamental - as much as,
Experiential...
Rosalie, Amah -
my mother's mother -
The jewel in your daughter's crown,
And, as such, my heirloom -
Passed down.
Even in times you indulged -
your quiet, epic anger;
like thunder-clouds, cinching skies over Vieux Fort,
wherein stands the Island home you bought -
perhaps, Rosalie,
you thought -
you were ordinary all along...
My God, you were wrong!
But as yet, my grandmother -
in all 21 years that you have been mine,
in all this time,
Rosalie Rodway...
descriptions evade you,
in any definitive way.
Your elder sister told us all -
you navigated the house's drain-pipes
in your petticoat,
at night;
to dance 'The Twist';
'My God! My God!'
She said -
How she did it!
And I looked then at your lowered face,
the certain smile,
to see -
that Rosalie!
Early sixties -
South American beauty,
string band in the back -
hair clasped high, and on the attack!
Copyright Yafeu-Khamisi Rodway-Brown