In Search Of Alchemy Of Golden Love Poem by Hela Tekali

I am a weaver of words, a lover of Alchemy
Under your spell, I turn raw metals into refined poetry
I mix gold with silver, then, I melt them down
Both fuse into the mystery of your aesthetic crown.

I am a Sculptor of Art, that bold craftswoman
A molder of forms, when sketches of rigid stones are woven.
My spirit pours its color that mingles with your art.
Crafting mosaics of hues absorbed through my fragrant heart,

I cherish it all with the golden alchemy of my ink
Every drop of oil or water I spill
Merges with the way I feel
I mould all together with the earth and the sky.

In the name of love alchemy metamorphoses me into this golden butterfly.
In this house of mud and water I sip all the fragrance
My wings suck all the blood and veins of my woman essence.

I enter this house in search of alchemy of love then I turn into a weaver of words,
and mould as a stone sculptor every golden line into these sublime swords.

Jenayah Hela Tekali
Copyright 17/05/20