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Binta |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia 
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A fragile skeleton of a woman, Binta bends in the winds, seeks the Anza berry for a bitter broth, seeks to suckle her babe, but the milk is gone... gone, with the dust in the winds as drought dried up even that bitter berry, a desert bush offering, pea sized... kind of a manna from hell, (unless you are starving) and see what the drought hath wrought not even another bitter bite to be swallowed by the givers of life as Niger steals another into the godforsaken dust *thanks to G Jefferson Price III, a consultant to Catholic Relief Services, and former foreign correspondent and editor of The Baltimore Sun |
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Goldenrose Member Elite
since 2003-05-30
Posts 3665 |
A bleak write kacy..but well described..thank you for this.. Goldenrose. |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
thanks for reading Phil the effects of drought are always bleak but still, we send food, supplies and Hope ok, so maybe the next one will be a manna write  |
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Jess Member
since 2006-06-06
Posts 243Washington |
I love that your poem is set in Africa. The desert, the drought, Binta...its all so authentic! Keep it up~! *xoxo* |
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WindWalker Senior Member
since 2001-10-12
Posts 1218 |
This is well described!!!!!!1 And I like this lines: "as drought dried up even that bitter berry, a desert bush offering, pea sized... kind of a manna from hell, (unless you are starving)" |
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