Baby thinks about colour

This is my tribute to Baby Suggs, from Toni Morrison’s Beloved. It is a nonet poem (9 line poem of descending syllables)

Words which shook the trees and made men dance.

Fire cooked blood and a heart so big

it could fill a whole mountain.

Tired out at last with a

marrow weariness

too big to bear

thinks now of

yellow,

blue.

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