A tribute to Marie Laveau. Yoruba and Voodoo Priestess. Peace!
The Widow Paris by Theresa C. Newbill
With black hair fallen forward
bitter roots deeply entrenched
snow white to immaculate chaste
ravages of time obliterate.
Spellbinder of senses
amorous dreams content.
Arise with the dawn
restore your tissue
return flesh to your bones.
Essential alchemy
brings you living recipients.
On your portrait
of skeletons, dust and shadows,
They look to thee
They look to thee
They look to thee
Within a paradise of mirrors
air sundered by imaginary dragons
and blood stamped in servitude,
they bind you with offerings
in chains of gold
covered with jewels.
Forever entrapped
in ornament and show.
