They were drawn to the magic in her.
The beautiful, awe-inspiringness of it.
This wondrous never-seen beforeness
She waved her arms and they leaped.
They leaped, headlong, face down, bodies taut.
Like fireflies, they leaped towards her light.
Her mind was magic
Like Athena, she was strength and light, leaping from the head of Zeus
She was a thousand mid-day suns
A billion twilight moons
Star, up in the sky like Orion
Then she fell.
And she bled.
All over the universe
Her blood tinged the Milky Way
Smudging Earth and Jupiter
Her life ebbing out in its bloody wake
She lifted her eyes and they ran.
They fled the deep, murky depths of darkness.
Magic no more; she was derision
Garbed in shame, steeped in sorrow, stripped of strength
Like a violet sky swallowing up the orange sun
She retreated slowly, painfully and surely.
The magic… It was gone
Was it ever, really, truly there?
Image: Kwesi Abbensetts’ is a recent discovery. His body of work is many kinds of marvelous. This particular image is part of a project done in collaboration with Daniela Yohannes, titled “Where Are The African Gods: A Working Series” Click HERE to see more of his work.
About the Author:
Onomarie Francesca Uriri is a graduate of English Literature from the University of Lagos; a marketing communications executive by day and a writer for the rest of the time in between. I believe in the power of words, the efficacy of prayer and the goodness of people. I have varied interests, but primary amongst them are writing, reading, travelling, meeting people and experiencing different cultures.
I’m fascinated with my personal universe. believe that we are all part of a constant, wondrous, sometimes crazy flow of life, orchestrated by God because He wants to express Himself in full glory through us.
I love food, fashion, music, white forest cake, family, friends and words… yes, words are definitely my thing!