Lament For Luscious
While many celebrate and write birthday songs for a certain Witchy Aries, because she asked it of her devotees here: http://magalyguerrero.com/write-me-a-birthday-dirge-dark-poetry-for-the-cruellest-month-2016-day-2/
I used today's prompt to remember the forgotten midwife in this dirge-worthy day.
The woman who may have welcomed the creature into this world and paid with her life; poor Luscious the Midwife, or Comadrona, in her native Spanish.
The sorrowful song of Luscious, La Comadrona was recorded so her daughter's never forget,
"When birthing a witch, never wear
Eau de Parfum, Mango"
LAMENT FOR LUSCIOUS
Oh sorrowful song
Shrugged from shoulder to shoulder
Of salt-air breeze
Whisper' in shadow
Behind velvet fronds
Of coconut trees
Of claw'd talons grasp'd
'Round el cuello
Of a comadrona
And no one helped
Pry the fang less maw from her vein.
Nadie, ni sola una persona.
Now we sing of her,
Luscious La Comadrona
How it happen so
When birth'n a witchlin' ne'r wear
Eau de Parfum Mango
Thank you for remembering Luscious with me as we celebrate the birth of the Witchiest of mango-addicted writers. Happy birthday, Magaly!