MOTHERLAND: CALLING
By YaseminB
Thu, 07 Mar 2019
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Motherland: Calling
The illusioned glass reflects the lucent moon
Lunacy descends upon the mountain wolves
Autumn's awe inspires the lucid minds
Transgressions and acts of illicit kinds
Verdant meadows bejeweled with strings of dews
Tornado trembles the naked trees
The hooting owls an omen bring.
The water snakes leave behind their lace skin
A wealth of children’s imagining
The indelible ink of my
Motherland tattoos my psyche
The whistling grass echoes
My motherland:
For me, she calls.
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I don't remember where your
I don't remember where your motherland is. The delights of the first homeland leave such a mark on anyone, roots of pleasure for the scenery in the mind. You have had fun with your alliteration! Should 'tattoes' be 'tattoos'? Rhiannon
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