Anacaona, by Auld/Powhatan
I have Anacaona in my mind… Not sure who the lady is? Well, you probably aren’t the only one. But worry not, my dear Toads, Lord Tennyson said some pretty wonderful things about her (follow the link to learn a bit more):
Naked, and dark-limb’d, and gay,
Bathing in the slumbrous coves,
In the cocoa-shadow’d coves,
Of sunbright Xaraguay,
Who was so happy as Anacaona,
The beauty of Espagnola,
The golden flower of Hayti?
Today, I wish that all those words were based on truth; for if they were, then the Taíno chief would have had a good life before she was murdered in the aftermath of Christopher Columbus’ “discovery.”
Mondays are for freedom, so go ahead and share one of your poems. Visit fellow word lovers. I, too, shall fly by your cyber-gardens and see what’s growing.