Oh dear,
how you glide with grace and dread,
death on every tip toe,
The grim reaper takes a bow to your shine.

Oh mother,
what love swirls in your eyes?
beauty as untamed as the sea,
madness that drills through men.

Oh Calypso,
do the legends tell a lie?
of your heart in stone and ice?
did I learn it wrong?

Oh my,
my eyes may behold your beauty,
men drool at will, what a terror you are.
intoxicating as old wine, deadly as ivy.

I summoned you on the forth night,
a little dance, a little glide, a little sprinkle of bone dust,
the walls trembled, the wind screamed, fire ran, rain wept,
saw you looking up, baring those blackened teeth in pride,

Oh Calypso,
two hearts may break, my heels may bleed,
hell! tales be told of your diss with Lilith,
Lot’s wife took the brunt, we all cheered.

I see you mother, gliding once again,
dancing with the wind, blowing a kiss to the strike,
one and twenty days, I’ve sought and wailed,
I will see you again, keep your eyes up.



© Nehita Williams