LIKE A BEACON
(by Grace Nichols)
In London
every now and then
I get this craving
for my mother’s food
I leave art galleries
in search of plantains
saltfish/sweet potatoes
I need this link
I need this touch
of home
swinging my bag
like a beacon
against the cold
© Grace Nichols
You simply have to listen to this reading of "Like a beacon."
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i suffered thru an extremely bleak week last week,, and i have narrowed the cause down to homesickness... what home exactly i was sick for i have no clue as i have been a gypsy most of my life... i think i just wanted my mama... this poem strikes a chord there....
When it's cold and the prospects look slim, and we get a familiar smell of something cooking, then it's "MOM" time.
I really like Grace Nichol's poetry, her collection Sunris is excellent
big smile from me for this one!
A lovely poem. Mothers and food evoke so many memories. I love the last line. I must re-visit and listen to the reading; but right now I need to get myself off to bed for sleeeeeeep .....zzzzzz.... ;)
Now, of course, Grace Nichols would have no difficulty in locating all three (albeit at a price!)
Her reading was delightful. I could hear the tropics in each word. I would love to hear more. She's a gem.
she's making me hungry.
:)
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