By: Jessica Williamson
Colours united unleash on the world,
Tell stories of history new and old,
Drum beat and music sing out their sound
People jump up and dance around
Gold and glitter, green and blue,
Sparkle and purple, spirits true
Friendship, welcome, tales of strength
Flag and whistle, parade makes descent
Delicious food, world-wide delights
People singing, feeling bright
Curry and rice, chicken and chips
Children jive, girls wiggle their hips
Everyone alive, the beat drumming on
Calypso, reggae, steel-pan song
Dancing and singing into the night,
Red and black and colours white
Jessica Williamson is a mixed-race, Black British 28 year-old woman of Trinidadian/English nationality.
By: Femi Rene
Walking along Vigie Beach one day
Three of my best friends and I we trod
Joking and chatting along the way
Stopping ever so often to play
Till we approached where the beach grew broad
And the seagrape trees in season grew
We dumped our bags at the tangled roots
And the blackbirds in a flurry flew
We searched about for the purple hue
That ripened within the choicest fruits
Then scrambled up the twisted branches
Underneath the trees umbrageous leaves
And there we took the direst chances
Perched in most inelegant stances
Our fingers raking like talonned sieves
At the purple fruit where they coyly swayed
From pliant branches just beyond our reach
In the end we settled for sea grapes splayed
At the roots where the twigs and brown leaves laid
Then continued walking along the beach.
By: Femi Rene
By: Summer Edward
You sailed the open waters once
are born lifting horizons,
ruling terrible oceans.
Now from this harbor:
blue sigh of the sea,
anonymity of myth,
easily and readily
sink, the ocean deafens you…
It is your memories
backwashed against the docks
of yesteryears, now the tides
have took them.
Out at sea they wait
By: Danielle Boodoo-Fortuné
She fears I’ve grown too wild
to be kept indoors
so just this once,
I let her scald the feathers
from my body, anoint me,
wrap me in gauze.
But while she sleeps
I will forage in corners
for dying things,
sprout slim bones from my spine
that will arch into wings.
By: Natalie Peart
I wish you would go quick from my mind
The surface of my heart scalped
and held out. Less an offering
but rather the movement of acknowledgment
that you had me when you held me.
Let us lay
splayed, side by side
on the hot earth,
the hum of sex
Let us walk
with Brooklyn at its most gentle
lapping breeze at dusk and the hallowed
light of fireflies.
I have loved you before
with the strength
that makes a moment change
instantly. I am breathing
with longing that feels centuries old.
Feels like sitting next to one another
with I know you following every word spoken.
By: Femi Rene
Arise now friends, let us some joy impart,
upon the world that paupered sits about,
transform the doleful melancholy heart,
into a place of pleasure with a shout,
and flow into the veins life giving blood,
and draw into the lungs a spirit new,
let joy pour forth as water from a flood,
and earthly languor with new mirth imbue.
Arise the sun in glory near divine,
arise above the night’s tenebrous veil,
therein where all her prisoners did pine,
and neath her cover lonesome souls did wail.
Erase the darkness from the far-flung sky,
then sweep bedraggled clouds along their way,
and chirp the day awake as blackbirds fly,
across the vast expanse of a new day.
Cast off the tattered garments of the dawn,
in which the world did through the darkness brood,
and wield the gilded vestment of the morn,
about her form then gaze upon her mood.
The aureate beauty all the world imparts,
her verdant plumage ruffled in the breeze,
and all her finery quivers as she starts,
along her journey back to slumber’s ease.