Savouring Blue Mountain coffee while perusing my journal
brings back scenes and images woven in words like a tapestry.
Climbing to Saint Ann’s parish, rust-red bauxite and textured
rocks are nature’s painting gracing the highway.
A local road leads to Fern Gully, where ferns sway in a chorus
line lifted by sea breezes.
Now, I see myself walking along a rock-strewn path
trimmed by greenery.
This trail leads to Holywell Falls, a scuttering cascade
hidden below the path.
Behind the streaming water, a rainbow on a granite canvas
teased me with its fleeting presence.
My journal takes me to the sea of paradise.
Shades of turquoise delighted me, evoking the spirituality of Robert
Ryman’s shades of white.
Inhaling the sea’s essence, feeling it in my pores,
remembering my dance before it with wind whipping
my hair ─ transports me.
Bathed by the images in my Jamaican tapestry,
I am humbled by nature’s artistry and blessed
by the mystical isle of water.
– Carol Chapman
‘Sanchez’ and ‘Jermaine Jackson’
Sang a sweet, sweet lullabye
That simply made me go wild
When I was a little child
While they sang –
‘Lonely won’t leave me alone’
I messed it up
And added purple
Then freely started making words
Like “Mom I want to blurble”
It was during these inventions
I was actually in a zone
And when the music started
Sang “Olibo won’t leave me alone”
Mom said, “It’s lonely won’t leave
Me alone, sweet baby”
But I was just out of the cradle
And sang “Olibo” in ‘Baby Talk’
For all that I was able
“Olibo won’t leave me alone”
Is much more neat to say
And having outgrown
Sing it even till today.
– Lisa Gaye Taylor