Alberta Whittle

A spell for release

This is a wish but , also a growing manifestation of desire.

Every day I imagine us in the future.(Take a leap forward).

Centre yourself in the soil or sand,
on wooden floors,
concrete,
linoleum or carpet
and straighten your spine.

Your body is no longer anchored by the expectations of those who look upon you.
What lies in their gaze is none of my business.

I am no longer chased by your suspicions.
No cameras stalk me, no sirens hunt me.
I cannot be chastised into offering proof of my humxn-ness.
I relinquish this burden and return it to you.

Gently place your hand on your heart and feel it’s beat.
You are a treasure of glorious becoming.
What interspecies relationships will you nurture as you stretch, hum, exhume and release?

A snail.
A lizard.
A crow.

Mushrooms spring between slippery leaves, bent roots becoming a canopy for ants.
A cacophony of thuds on a tin roof signal the ripeness of grasshopper green breadfruits.
Their thuds echo all the way to Glasgow.

I am all shades of green – verdant, clinging, fertile, damp and loving

A red moon waxes from above, deepening liquid tides.
I cannot sleep.

My eyes are deep with unfurling futures.

Stirring, I am airborne, earthly tensions cushion me gently.

Soft and loose, this waistline does not need oiling.
I see myself levitating above my own worries and luxuriating in the sensuous pleasure of peace of mind.

My ancestors look down on me,
they smile.

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