Self Portrait With Heart-Quakes
my mother taught me to calm heart-quakes by singing & sewing till the night envelops my voice
in its dark embrace; & to curl around my pillow until the sun glistens the face of mother earth.
to this, my tongue splits into an album of sad songs while my fingers dance on quilts made with
needles & thread. in my attempt to reaching wholesomeness, i stitch pieces of my heart into the
shadow of a twilight— to forget how i sang in joy when i stitched my wedding gown— white
with red laces at the hems; an emblem that reminds me of the boundaries he’d said i trespassed,
of the redness he battered my skin into & the white wool that saved the tiles from turning red the
night i would become a Queen in my kingdom.
Rahma O. Jimoh is a writer and nature photog. She is a 2021 Hues Foundation scholar and a 2020 Pushcart Prize Nominee. A lover of sunsets and monuments. She has been published or forthcoming in Lucent Dreaming, Full House Lit Mag and others. She is the Poetry Editor for The Quills and a Poetry Reader at Chestnut Review.
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