Three Triolets
It was the ride from the airport to Lantine’s villa.
There were cows and goats by the side of the road.
Surreal excitement took away homesick feelings.
It was the ride from the airport to Lantine’s villa.
Eyes closing to hot humid winds ripping through hair of red color
Island weathers tropical stories untold.
It was the ride from the airport to Lantine’s villa.
There were cows and goats by the side of the road.
by Renaissance Marie Austin
We went to the open marketplace where there is fresh fruit and produce.
The children are beggars in the streets selling anything from gum to dominoes to thyme.
Checkered slave dresses, nappy twig hair catapults whirlwinds of time deduced.
We went to the open marketplace where there is fruit and produce.
Cheat me, "the rich lady", my unheard of wealth is of your poverty use.
Sun-browned faces ache at the glimmer of a dime.
We went to the open marketplace where there is fresh fruit and produce.
The children are beggars in the streets selling anything from gum, to dominoes, to thyme.
by Renaissance Marie Austin
I love the mornings here.
Heavenly winds whisks in clear comely days.
The salty sea of Negril I can still feel.
I love the morning here.
From my window I see silent ocean waves, abiding on the balcony of my heart is steals.
Scanty is my spirit in this massive bedraggled grandeur of Montego Bay.
I love the mornings here.
Heavenly winds whisks in clear comely days.
by Renaissance Marie Austin
