In this dark night silently I write
of the fountain of youth I found hide-a-seeking
behind the blossom-blooming tree of life, in our season of love.
Now this season as all seasons must has passed,
the tree of life turned death, alive but barely
grotesquely bare with spidery fingers
and arms upwardly arched
obscuring the fountain
I grow old. I pray
I grow old
quickly,
eagerly awaiting
my revelling -
like lovers in spring -
in your love.
Again
17-02-09
22:44
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- JANIQUE DENNIS
- Janique Aiesha E Dennis has been writing since 1990. Her first anthology, "Heights of the Senses" was published recently and is available on www.wordclay.com. She read for her BA in English Language and Literature with Education at the University of the West Indies. Currently reading for her MA in English Literary Research at the University of Leicester, UK, Dennis is a true daughter of the soil seeking to bring a further appreciation and understanding to Trinidadian and Tobagonian poetry through her research. Janique is a performing poet, having showcased her poetry at several venues around Trinidad as well as in America and England. For Janique Dennis home is in El Dorado, Trinidad with her daughter and husband.
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