TRANSITIONS

All night, I dreamt of love,

of a want to be wrapped,

as deep as hope

in the warmth of intimacy. 

In the morning, I bit deep 

into my radial vein 

and it tasted sweet,

for honey leaked from it,

dropped onto my new satin skirt,

and laced its frills 

with little browns of stain.

I locked my thoughts in a pale red box

and skipped my coffee

- I was already high,

strolled through the yards

biting tangy guavas.

Oh, don't you worry 

I stepped the office late!

the bougainvilleas, dusty, by the lane

percussed my friday thoughts 

 - wild hallucinations echoed

the nook and corners -

She turned eighteen again, they whispered! 

My fangs were filled with venom 

of an incandescent youth

My eyes hissed at every man I met

The linen around my waist

letting the sun seep through in

garnered innocent glances, 

baring longings long forgotten.

How volatile is my poise

caught in the hold of desires?

So I kept reticent 

staring unto the grid of laptop screen

But then, in a trice  

my stomach burned, womb churned 

my fantasies outgrew my brain!

My dreams couldn't be contained

nor tamed nor hidden anymore.

Pulse raised and veins leaked

Dripping honey all around, 

I went into labour.

Hush! Little by little, drenched in honey,

I slithered out from my womb metamorphosed -

from a bleak plot, a cliché of narrative 

I escaped those monochrome vignettes on repeat!

TRANSITIONS is a kudos to feminine reformations. It's about the ones women should consciously undertake to come out of the cliché narratives society has dictated on them. It's also a reminder that women are free to live their lives on their terms, unafraid and unapologetic.