A Caminhada/The Walk

Sunset squirts squid-ink
across the sky, flavescent flames,
ready to burst, scald underfoot

Huntress strides gigantic; burning
gemstone horizons, soft soles follow,
branding tiny footprints
on her heart

Blood-streaked eyes mesmerise Mama Africa
perpetually parched – Jurassic thirst,
suckled and quenched.

Goddess;
split fruit woman
see-far woman