Featured in the May 2021 Issue of The Open Doors Review. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Poem By: Curry Patricia Anton<\/p>\n\n\n\n
tell me of your
soil composition
the flows of your sacred waters and
the geology of your fertile body<\/p>\n\n\n\n
and I will tell you about the seasons of
my heart
and where the map
of my wrinkles and scars, each a story,
have led
and where the kudu were last spotted
and whether the lion ate
last night<\/p>\n\n\n\n
she sounded hungry<\/p>\n\n\n\n
tell me of
blood, yours and mine
and the course of this red swelling river
carrying water from the hilltops where chai grows
and the forest is moist and loamy<\/p>\n\n\n\n
whisper to me the texture of your dreams<\/p>\n\n\n\n
and I will
relive mine
one by one
as I trace the map of the stars on the palm of your sky
through the wide braid of liquid light that glides overhead
each night<\/p>\n\n\n\n
this season everybody eats, and hides, we agree<\/p>\n\n\n\n
creatures unparallelled on earth become shadows
of themselves
amongst
verdant leaves
elephants tiptoe by leopards
laze unnoticed in the shady canopy and birds arrive
from elsewhere
as we do\u2014
we migrate to where the grass is greener
to where freedom and wide open wildness reign, to where we nourish and birth
our children\u2014in grass, in water, in rain\u2014
we come home
to You<\/p>\n\n\n\n
tell me, Mother, of the ways we are written in your rock
stacks of time
patterned sheaths
once thought to be flat
in upheaval
exuding secrets of our ancient stories
marriages, mergings, alchemy\u2014
hidden in your substrata chemistry<\/p>\n\n\n\n
tell me the story of your lilac breasted roller
your myriad sunbirds and why
this love for protea feels primordial
and how
the fiery throated nightjar
and the squeaky cisticola
have become the soundtrack of our lives
and the seeds of your sacred baobab
our medicine<\/p>\n\n\n\n
nature speaks
louder here
in the movement of sky
fierce cracks of lightning that dance the night awake
in the guttural rib ripping pulse of the lion\u2019s roar that shakes the earth and
in the great raspy call of some creature, somewhere, in passion<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I am undone
by your simbiosis
by your aquatic life and terrestrial death
by this net of light and shadow you weave with your leathery fingertips and delicate threads
of birdsong and river reeds
\u201cup to my knees in earth,\u201d she said, remembering
all wild ways out on display
against the depth and density of sky
like generous ocean waves of clouds
moving us graciously through this spacious mystery<\/p>\n\n\n\n
the truth is\u2014
this love runs in red rivers and fuels this red earth in it\u2019s blazing abundance of
wildly decorative Life, in all her many forms<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She calls to us incessantly
beckons unceasingly<\/p>\n\n\n\n
shall we listen?
and do we truly hear?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
will we allow her the gracious space
the silence
the grace
to enter?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
to come home to us?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She is speaking our soul\u2019s own language
in its own
mother tongue<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Author Bio: Born and raised in California, Curry Patricia Anton has spent much of her life traveling the globe gleaning inspiration from many lands and cultures. She spent the past 10 years living in Tanzania, building Ohana Amani, a transformative learning center, permaculture farm, ecolodge & regenerative community dedicated to creating Peace Between Those Who Breathe Together. Last year she sold her farm in Africa and moved with her partner and son to Florence, Italy, a place that has alway captivated her heart, and long been a part of her family lore. There she continues her work in resilience, regeneration and the Creative and Healing Arts. She is currently working on her first book of poetry, dedicated to her love for Africa, and the many sacred lands we all call home.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Featured in the May 2021 Issue of The Open Doors Review. Poem By: Curry Patricia Anton tell me of yoursoil compositionthe flows of your sacred waters andthe geology of your fertile body and I will tell you about the seasons ofmy heartand where the mapof my wrinkles and scars, each a story,have ledand where the kudu were last spottedand whether the lion atelast night she sounded hungry tell me ofblood, yours and mineand the course of this red swelling rivercarrying water from the hilltops where chai growsand the forest is moist and loamy whisper to me the texture of your dreams and I willrelive mineone by oneas I trace the map of the stars on the palm of your skythrough the wide braid of liquid light that glides overheadeach night this season everybody eats, and hides, we agree creatures unparallelled on earth become shadowsof themselvesamongstverdant leaveselephants tiptoe by leopardslaze unnoticed in the shady canopy and birds arrivefrom elsewhereas we do\u2014we migrate to where the grass is greenerto where freedom and wide open wildness reign, to where we nourish and birthour children\u2014in grass, in water, in rain\u2014we come hometo You tell me, Mother, of the ways we are written in your rockstacks of timepatterned sheathsonce thought to be flatin upheavalexuding secrets of our ancient storiesmarriages, mergings, alchemy\u2014hidden in your substrata chemistry tell me the story of your lilac breasted rolleryour myriad sunbirds and whythis love for protea feels primordialand howthe fiery throated nightjarand the squeaky cisticolahave become the soundtrack of our livesand the seeds of your sacred baobabour medicine nature speaks louder herein the movement of skyfierce cracks of lightning that dance the night awakein the guttural rib ripping pulse of the lion\u2019s roar that shakes the earth andin the great raspy call of some creature, somewhere, in passion I am undoneby your simbiosisby your aquatic life and terrestrial deathby this net of light and shadow you weave with your leathery fingertips and delicate threadsof birdsong and river reeds\u201cup to my knees in earth,\u201d she said, rememberingall wild ways out on displayagainst the depth and density of skylike generous ocean waves of cloudsmoving us graciously through this spacious mystery the truth is\u2014this love runs in red rivers and fuels this red earth in it\u2019s blazing abundance ofwildly decorative Life, in all her many forms She calls to us incessantlybeckons unceasingly shall we listen?and do we truly hear? will we allow her the gracious spacethe silencethe graceto enter? to come home to us? She is speaking our soul\u2019s own languagein its ownmother tongue Author Bio: Born and raised in California, Curry Patricia Anton has spent much of her life traveling the globe gleaning inspiration from many lands and cultures. She spent the past 10 years living in Tanzania, building Ohana Amani, a transformative learning center, permaculture farm, ecolodge & regenerative community dedicated to creating Peace Between Those Who Breathe Together. Last year she sold her farm in Africa and moved with her partner and son to Florence, Italy, a place that has alway captivated her heart, and long been a part of her family lore. There she continues her work in resilience, regeneration and the Creative and Healing Arts. She is currently working on her first book of poetry, dedicated to her love for Africa, and the many sacred lands we all call home.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_feature_clip_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[74,6,1],"tags":[84,10,82,83,15,17],"class_list":["post-558","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-may-2021","category-poetry","category-uncategorized","tag-curry-patricia-anton","tag-italy","tag-italy-literary-magazine","tag-italy-literary-submissions","tag-open-doors-review","tag-poetry"],"acf":[],"jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","post_mailing_queue_ids":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.opendoorsreview.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/558","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.opendoorsreview.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.opendoorsreview.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.opendoorsreview.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.opendoorsreview.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=558"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"http:\/\/www.opendoorsreview.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/558\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":608,"href":"http:\/\/www.opendoorsreview.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/558\/revisions\/608"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.opendoorsreview.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=558"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.opendoorsreview.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=558"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.opendoorsreview.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=558"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}