The witchcraft of daughters and mothers

sanah mansi

Kidnapping you for a day, away

From the dailiness, of duties

I walk with you outward, outward

Into a brewery of chamomile

I disentangle my roman locks

From the twists and turns of me

My own encounters, I walk with you

deliberately, kidnapping you for a day

 

I walk with you, Sanah, side by side

You who withstood, every stomping

Raging encounter, a witch hunt

Along fault-lines of seismic paths

We dance under elder trees, afflicted

Fruits and seeds fall, a gushing oeuvre

An insatiable feast of perseverance

 

Standing still, I hold your hand

You, Mansi, retaught me, lessons

of possibilities, proof of being

Wise alongside being a lover

Guiding each other to make

Recipes in tender stirring pots

Of unhurried, unspoken ways

 

Brewed into a cauldron of yarrow

Dusk settles in, I wrap my shawl, its

Paisley patterns tumbling, stumbling

I walk home, a residue lingers in the air

I hear a rumbling, the clouds pass, pause

You, your sounds are my stories, my reason

Published by Kashiana

I am a management professional by job classification and a work practitioner by personal preference. One poetry collection - Shelling Peanuts and Stringing Words and a chapbook, Crushed Anthills. Always gathering poems, and letting them marinate and change shape and form.

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