L'aura del Campo

Jacques in his pulpit

Jacques in his pulpit

In your negritude,
black embraced, embellished
with streaks of emerald, ivory,
aquamarine and rose,
full-throated cry
to survive the bogs,
those dark places of oppression,
relegated to flies and gators.
Shadow-nurtured,
arising from dark rich earth,
come here,
come here,
to the unquenched hunger of the swamp.
Come here.
I too am hungry.

© Kåre Enga 2024 (9.august.2024)

15 lines, free verse.

Based on painting by George O'Keefe, "Jack-in-the-pulpit"