Tuesday, March 11, 2014

Louise's sonnet

Mother’s hands

Smooth, soft caressing, fingers tangle the hair
into braids so tight, straight.

Beading colourful belts, moccasins and hair ties
natural, light aroma of leather, soft.

slipping tassels through holes
knotted below embroidered flowers, beautiful.
A shawl, that will twirl and fly

Mountains of canvas, stiff, musty.
Only visible is mother
No guidance needed, teepee or tent?

To sleep on her laps,
She strokes your hair, smooth
Wrinkled, soft caressing, but with unconditional love.
love, love, love, love, love, love.



 Louise Omeasoo


1 comment:

Unknown said...

I really like the flow of lines like "Smooth, soft caressing, fingers tangle the hair" and "Beading colourful belts, moccasins and hair ties". On the other hand I felt that the line "into braids so tight, straight" did not work for me rhythmically although I like how the line's style reflects the tightness of a braid.