A New Woman
I see her arouse the wind
with her coos and whistling
She comes out of deep woods
a hill stream follows her to the sea
She says hello to flat sea
it rolls high waves to her feet
She beckons clouds away
from dazzle of the sun
She sits out under a tree and strange
animals come and sit around her
Scorpions cover her naked body
protecting her from sunstroke
She talks to stones and they dance
with vultures with doves
I see her whistle winds up
and all trees wave her goodbye.
Copyright James Berry 1987
From Our Yard: Jamaican Poetry Since Independence. Edited by Pamela Mordecai. Institute of Jamaica Publications.
I see her arouse the wind
with her coos and whistling
She comes out of deep woods
a hill stream follows her to the sea
She says hello to flat sea
it rolls high waves to her feet
She beckons clouds away
from dazzle of the sun
She sits out under a tree and strange
animals come and sit around her
Scorpions cover her naked body
protecting her from sunstroke
She talks to stones and they dance
with vultures with doves
I see her whistle winds up
and all trees wave her goodbye.
Copyright James Berry 1987
From Our Yard: Jamaican Poetry Since Independence. Edited by Pamela Mordecai. Institute of Jamaica Publications.
