ATANGA'S bond

imprints and connections...

Distrusting
Believe me

She was weak

Beauty and wisdom couldn’t help her

And my heart bled with sympathy

She was just like me

Pink stained, red painted lips

I could hear the wheezing under her breadth

It was a familiar sound

Music to my deviant ears

That no one would hear

Even most skilfully

We sang to each other

Fearlessly in a world of two people

Each song a featherless memory

We couldn’t afford them being buried

We sang to each other again

Every night when we danced ‘atanga’s rhythm

Our feet moved in the same direction

Left, and the right one followed

Until we became too tired to even lift our toes

She had inscribed her initials right inside my ankles

The rhythm that moved our feet in systematic chaos as we danced

They were ‘Why’ and ‘Gay’

Why did it have to be us?

And we were full of excitement

The Oxymoron’s swam through me

They bound themselves about my neck

Only to shrink into hoops that hung from my ears

And all I heard was her voice

Quietness and one giggle in between ambitions

She was just like me

She wanted to be

And we danced one more time

To songs that we made

Confabulations of meaningless vowel sounds

That told our single story- one story that we shared

We were sisters.

Author's Note

I'm open to your views

Reviews

[Androglossia]

Until we became too tired to even lift our toes
She had inscribed her initials right inside my ankles
The rhythm that moved our feet in systematic chaos as we danced

There is a lot of things to like on this write but the aforementioned for me are the best. The word sister can be subjective and it accords to the view of the first person such as friendship or partnership. While there is lightness of the heart and feathery love drifting all throughout the poem, the implication of strength and determination to usher each other is greatly exhibited. I loved this.

[Ruthie Igunbor]

Thank you so much Maryanne,
and I am really pleased that you get it.

[Scarlett Garnett]

Awe-inspiring and naggingly familiar... It strikes a chord of understanding in me. Beautifully written, Ruth.

[Kwiksie Ifediora]

...it was a familiar sound
music to my deviant ears
that no one would hear...

No one but you Ruthie. ;)
i love...and i'm sure your sister would too.

[Ruthie Igunbor]

Thank you darling xoxo

[Eddie Phillips]

All I can say is illuminating and beautiful.

[Ruthie Igunbor]

Thank you :)

[Rita L. Sev]

The evolution of a sisterhood - you layer this unfolding so beautifully.

The Oxymorons swam through me
They bound themselves about my neck
Only to shrink into hoops that hung from my ears

Great word choice and metaphor here. Well done!

[Ruthie Igunbor]

Thanks so much Rita :)

[Ruthie Igunbor]

this poem was inspired by my growing relationship with my new sister and I'm even more inspired and encouraged by the reviews. Thanks to everyone that took and will take the time to read this. Bless your hearts!