Water, Fire, Earth, Air
Yerba Buena Island
By Geoffrey Philp Published about a year ago • 1 min read
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Across the Bay
To the sounds of drums
the way water smoothes stones
Oshun writes her name.
In the dry season
the flamboyant that preached fire,
hums a harvest hymn.
From drought hardened earth
seeds that I had forgotten
unfurl their green flags.
In the Everglades
bees tumble in the mid-air
drunk on grape nectar.
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Geoffrey Philp
I am a Jamaican writer. I write poems (haiku & haibun), stories & essays about climate change, Marcus Garvey, music icons such as Bob Marley, and the craft of writing through personal reflection & societal engagement.
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Comments (2)
Vivid and compelling Images and story combined. Very nice work!
Beautiful.