À l’heure du tout à l’image et du buzz sans suite, «l’express» souhaite faire découvrir la plume de poètes, de chanteurs, d’écrivains et de tous ceux qui jettent leur âme sur le papier, et qui mettent en mots des réflexions profondes.

Half bent on a rock wide and foamy

Standing knee-deep in the water cold

A dirty pile of clothes on the right

She takes pride in making them shine

Goddess she is of the river

Of clean shining clothes

Enemy of dirt, she hates stains

Goddess she is of cleanliness

The rock being her altar

Half bent on a flat stone

Polished, rectangular and specially made

She skillfully rolls another log-like designed piece of rock

Goddess she is of the kitchen

Of fragrance of spices, of herbs

Delicately crushed between the two rocks

Goddess she is of delicacies

The rock being her shrine

Half-bent on the grayish-brownish broom

Of palm leaves, dry, prickly, hostile

Her long dress helping its mistress

She sweeps and cleans the place wide

Goddess she is of the yard

Of rustling dry leaves, of the dust moving upwards

The soil being her temple’s floor

River, stone, kitchen, spices, dust

Entangle their existence

While strive the family

Kids, kith, kin in joyous company

Goddesses they are of the family

With no offerings, no altar, no hymns sung.

Happy Women’s Day

BIO

Dr Anitah Aujayeb

She has been writing for a long time and her latest book is entitled “The Last Pilgrimage”. A long-standing educator in Literature in English at both secondary and tertiary levels, she devotes her time to the promotion of literature, in all genres, and literature in all languages has always been her passion. This poem is from her book, “The struggles end”.