To My Coral Bones

To My Coral Bones

Deep
I Cariwoma
have always
carried deep
these islands,
this piece
of Atlantic coastland
inside me.
Sky-deep
Sea-deep
As star is to stone
As tide is to shore
Is just so I hold
these islands
to my coral bones.
And long before
hurricane strike,
some little butterfly,
some little blue messenger
of the soul will ride
the wind to bring
first news to my door.


from I Have Crossed an Ocean (Bloodaxe, 2009) © Grace Nichols 2006, used by permission of the author c/o Curtis Brown literary agency.

Recordings

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1To My Coral Bones

2In My Sea-House

3Our Cassandra

4Old Cane-Cutter At Airport

5Lip-shore

6Footprints of My Arrival

7Sunris

8One Continent/ To Another

9Waterpot

10Taint

11Sugar Cane

12Like A Flame

13Night is Her Robe

14Skin-Teeth

15Old Magic

16In my Name

17This Kingdom

18Epilogue

19Price We Pay for the Sun

20Praise Song for My Mother

21Like A Beacon

22Island Man

23Icons

24Wherever I Hang

25The Assertion

26The Fat Black Woman’s Motto on Her Bedroom Door

27The Fat Black Woman Goes Shopping

28Tropical Death

29Invitation

30Thoughts drifting through the fat black woman’s head while having a full bubble bath

31Small Questions Asked by the Fat Black Woman

32Sleeping Out

33Cat-Rap

34Sun is Laughing

35Come on Into My Tropical Garden

36Wha Me Mudder Do

37Granny, Granny Please Comb My Hair

38For Forest

39Hurricane Hits England