TY - JOUR
AU - EDWARD, SUMMER
AB - C REA TI VE WRITING ———— Ô S UMMER E DWARD ———— Ô Sugarcane Gone Love Remember when we inquired sweetly of the cane? The cane― burning the black flock of minims in petite careme childhoods, falling to rest on the bars of August’s symphony. The cane― we were possessed by the ritual of chewing, batons of sweetness cudgelled our submissive tongues, the erotic dominance of sap. Oh, the cane!― what was the year the ritual stopped? In what brief year the canes’ last fires burnt the bar and music broke, sweet waters dried, desires? ÓLandlines in African Literary Studies, ed. Gordon Collier (Matatu 47; Leiden & Boston MA: Brill| Rodopi, 2015). 286 SUM MER E DWA RD Î Sea Hut on this island of sorrow, a hut, your voice here, in the fading room, shore of a night so littered with fallen stars, your voice, a chapel of wood bathed in salt. cupping like chalices reverently our hands, love sounds holy, like death. sadly, we speak in tongues. floor of frayed teak, this closed night I tread across, follow your silhouette through doors that know the ceaseless longing of the sea. I hold up a candle to your 
TI - Five Poems
JF - Matatu
DO - 10.1163/18757421-90000406
DA - 2016-08-22
UR - https://www.deepdyve.com/lp/brill/five-poems-CwrbaK2LEd
SP - 283
EP - 289
VL - 47
IS - 1
DP - DeepDyve
ER -