The Princess of Abyssinia
My mother is tall and slender
like
the obelisk of Aksum
She comes to me with open arms
like
acacia branches in the savanna
Her skin is white like the
clouds
swaddling
the peak of Ras Dashen
Her fine lips are red
like
firethorn berries
You can swim in her eyes
those
calm waters of Lake Tana
or
glide across on a papyrus boat
In the morning she sings
a
joyous lark
Rolls her shoulders
like an Eskista dancer
As the evening falls
I
hear her lullaby
My
Abyssinian princess
Ivory
smile eyes of jet
Glow
of roasted coffee
Your
voice a caress
For she traversed lands and seas
to reach the Horn of Africa
in search for an Abyssinian
princess
to
give me a home in Aughrim
to
look after me with motherly eyes.
Manuela Palacios lectures on
anglophone literature at the University of Santiago de Compostela (Galicia,
Spain). She has edited, translated and written about Irish, Galician and Arabic
poetry. Some of her poems have appeared on online literary magazines such as Live
Encounters and in anthologies such as 100 Words of Solitude (Rare
Swan Press 2021).
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