Dark Prophet Poetry Challenge Day 5: Yemaya and Oshun

Space

The ocean is mother

These are the ways of dark caves in the sea

Black king Olokun

Your daughter is life

A blue maraca

Over waves

Omio yeye

Ebbo Fi Eboada

Yemoja please speak:

From time immemorial

My sister Oshun

Kisses salt in sweet water

Her mirror shows beauty

Her hips sensuality

Her lips sooth the demons

And her knife slices too

If I call her here lightly

Your honey will form

But first

The salt dies on the leaf

Snails say that humanity runs short

The source in the wells

Needs tapping

The root needs water for survival

You heard

Your judgment day

Is to resurrect grandmother wisdom

And throw way the patriarchs of greed

Plunge hands in soil

Drink Springs unplasticed

Breathe air for transmutation

Sharpen mind like bullets

Remember for nine months

You swam in MY oceans

So now when you feel it

Call out my name

Oshun

She has suffered

She knows we all we got

She broke your waters so you could be baptized in air

Her Queendom is of 

The honey cultivated

When she gave all she had

So that humans

Who have forgotten the labor

Of growing their food

Might not starve

So that separation

Between the natural

And the human

Would reverse

And that humans might see

There is no shelter

From what we are

The disease

And the cure

Ashe