Oshun: Golden Yellow is Her Flare

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oshun Image shows Oshun and gifts attributed to her.

Oshun:  Golden Yellow Is Her Flare

E. R. Smith

Yellow for my mother; she wears it in her hair,

wound in lusterus coils

Golden woven silk is draped on cinnamon skin so bare,

and richly oiled

Seated beneath the waterfall legs outstretched on an ancient crocodile,

she teases

mama-yeye http://yemayaguru.com/oshun/

Peacock feathered fan in hand she smiles at what she knows, and

 what she pleases

Yellow glows, the buzzing bees, her messengers,

dancing on the sweetest blooms sipping nectar

oshun-mama-yeye https://www.pinterest.com/source/digitalcaribbean.commons.gc.cuny.edu/

Amber the honey, an elixir,

taste it first if you respect her

Gold the bangles forged by Ogun,

making music of her hands and feet

Flaxen sails of faithful ships,

 La Caridad blesses her fleet

Give us fresh water, Yalodde Yeyé Kari! Yeyeo! Omoriyeyeo,

that we may be refreshed

Five yellow sunflowers, a pumpkin, a yam,

to repay our debt

Mama Yeye with…

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