Angel of the Breath from 'Sing until the cactus bleeds' by Claine Keily
for Jan Cornall
She is telling me of breathing, and now I know how hungry I have been
for I have always wanted someone to speak to me this way
And then I heard her singing, and I wondered why it was, that she had not always appeared to me, to have this voice in her
why I did not from the first see her marked with that singing
for for she herself, had always been this way.
(c) Poem, Claine Keily Fes, Morocco, June, 2013
(c) Photos, Jan Cornall, Erg Chebbi, Morocco, 2013
for Jan Cornall
She is telling me of breathing, and now I know how hungry I have been
for I have always wanted someone to speak to me this way
And then I heard her singing, and I wondered why it was, that she had not always appeared to me, to have this voice in her
why I did not from the first see her marked with that singing
for for she herself, had always been this way.
(c) Poem, Claine Keily Fes, Morocco, June, 2013
(c) Photos, Jan Cornall, Erg Chebbi, Morocco, 2013
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