Shadow Locs

Trapped. Again.

Tied in.

So I let down,

My dark brown

hair.

There,

with myself

and a wealth

of hormones.

So fucking alone.

Naughty indeed

The ins and outs of me

I learned well.

I knew my self

To be

wholly,

holy.

Every sacred knot,

my strength.

The grandmother trees

Stood just out of reach

Watching me,

Be-

cum-ing,

Be-ing.

They favored me,

taught me

the mystery,

sang to me

the Ancestor's song.

Their long

fingers stroked my skin

then

they

pulled away

from my face

my tangles.

It hurt.

I cried.

Shook my fist to the sky.

I bled.

I ached.

But they

Just laughed at me

and gave over the key.

“unlock the heart……beat,

beat….”

Deep.

Be-low

the window

At the bottom

of the bottom

of the space.

There,

With your dark, matted hair,

Like Magick.

you came

drumming and chanting my ancient name.

I danced a while

at your midsummer fire.

I spun and spun

Un-

Til...... you

danced too

we

were 

wholly, holy,

Spinning.

Madly

For years,

we let loose.

I grew

And so did you

Til we

were finally

Apart.

Body ripped from heart.

It hurt. We cried.

shook our fists to the sky.

and I....

twirled

your curls

round my finger

Goodbye

lingered

in the air.

I braided your hair

as you slept.

I kissed your face

and crept 

into the hills.

I just couldn't will 

my self to stay....

so I left

You there

With your ebony hair

Locked away.

-Rootz (April 2017)