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The tangled skein of love and relations are featured in this second volume of poetry by Saraj
"Saraj verbalizes through her poetry the turmoil of love in a dream that is her reality."Rufus Tiefing Stevenson CEO, JAH KENTE INTERNATIONAL, INC. Curator, The Tiefing Collection
"Sarajs mastery of words and images comes not only from an insightful mind but a heart open to the human condition. Her imagery draws deeply from nature, using it to paint pictures of profound emotion." Ann Elizabeth Houston Actress and teacher
"Sarah's poetry has most usually moved me to tears. It is haunting in its depth, spiritual in its insight, and loving in its profound pain." Dr. Kresten Jespersen Librarian
Sarah Margaret Jespersen
Sarah Margaret Jespersen, a.k.a. Saraj Margurilleat, was born in the hills of Mandeville, Jamaica, on June 13, 1950, where she lived her early childhood. Educated in England and the United States of America, she traveled in Europe as far east as Kriti and The Cyclades, and hitchhiked across America to the West Coast and Mexico. Besides teaching in the area of Special Education and being a Certifiied Early Childhood Teacher, she has worked as an Assistant Administrative Secretary and Receptionist at The National Geographic Society. For a number of years she was a member of a troupe, The Sankofa Players, in a Performance Arts Show, Redemption Ritual, and a grant writer under the auspices of Jah Kente International, Inc. Her first volume of poetry, Dedication de L'amourwas published in 2009. This volume,Lover de plusfeatures her unpublished early poetry set within the covers of more recent poems. She lives in Washington, D.C, where she has resided for 33 years.
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Lover De Plus - Sarah Margaret Jespersen
MAKE HEARTH, TAKE BREATH
Going Home
And they rose up towering over me
gigantic and grave
Years after, still a forest in my mind-
tall, thick trees on a menacing bank of hill
Overpowering in eerie quiet;
hidden from sound
claustrophobic—stifling
no where to escape to
It was hard not to be paralyzed
by the threat of pain
I was not going to renunciate, self abnegate
what I found in lonely terror
was that I wanted
something to hold onto
And sibling saplings
with trunks slender as ropes
in between the massive trees
Urged me to grow;
pushed me up from being injured
to being insured a climb
pulling me out from this hollow in the woods—
Dark womb where I was re-routed—
when the sky peeked through only gray
pale at times, mostly harsh and gravelly
I determined not to be blocked forever
blinded by walls I couldn’t whitewash
Bleeding heart, you are part of me, my flesh
of a wound carved from loss and rejection
Cleansing itself into a grimacing scar twice over
with shuddering tears and still hanging questions:
Do I want to go home and bury myself in asphyxiation?
And, why God, did you give me impenetrable wood
to teach and guide me by?
Now, I can’t change or complain about
the cure of a mighty struggle
with father and mother
That gave me strength to strive and survive
by which, I, intensely pine to persevere
for good comfort
yen for a gentle, clear touch of peace
in ongoing upheaval
And demur to an undying need
to harmonize in a hymn for redemption
8-’09
Blithe Welcome
When I returned years after
to visit my kindred spirits, Da and Ningy
I sat in between them
in the back of the taxi from the airport
they held each of my hands
in both their hands
the whole way home
At sunset they opened an old trunk
and memories came flying:
my gauzy fairy-wings and starry wand
my ruby earrings
a sparkly bottle labeled ‘Sunshine’
a tin of pink, baby-ear shells from Treasure Beach
trinkets I remembered—a blue heart
and a ‘bluebird of happiness’ in a white plastic cage
childish drawings of Bible ladders
and wavy lines scribbled in tiny notebooks
envelopes of ash blond curls of baby hair
tied with scrapes of ribbons
Memories came flying in a whirl of silvery moonlight
and, sweet Jesus, lilting lullabies rocked my cradle
I felt as if my coffin had been opened
and my fosters’ were bending over me
still browned from the Jamaican sun
Ningy, smelling familiar of parfum—Evening in Paris
Da, rubbing my back and arm with the hand
he’d cut his thumb half-off
splitting a coconut by a machete
murmuring, ‘my lickle’ love, eh?
I felt resurrected
‘We thought you might have changed’ they told me,
‘but you haven’t’
‘tears just dripped from our eyes for weeks and weeks
when we lost you’
I was, now, taller than they, and it made no difference
their hair was several shades grayer
and the deepened wrinkles were but a pucker
of the sweetest love
‘I didn’t want to go’ I sobbed, as I choked up
the remainder of homesickness
My world was blown away one day in childhood
a bomb
Numbed, it took me years to realize
my notes can just blow away
so can I pipe a song again
a call back from where they’ve been?
And can I always spread a little bit of happiness which God restored to me?
8-’09
Breathless
What provides my soul
that I tried to make a heart and home with love?
Languishing on my bed so long
for want of my mother’s righteous love
I should have prayed to God above
while hidden in between clean, white sheets
(she, so faithfully, laundered remote as the moon)
transferred me in plainsong,white as snow
as exiled, lonely Chang-O
But it was an oracle of a table bare of comfits
no soft pillows or fluffy quilt to fill
an unrequited love
I resolved to be a sacrifice pure
for the sorrow I endured
to seek holiness, and to be purged
for my heart and soul were but an empty pit
I couldn’t dismiss
In thirst, I wanted more
and ran away to another part of the sky and earth
to seek and find for sure
to show and tell my pilgrimage
Through ellipsis of ‘falling in love’
believing in ‘once upon a time’
a fairy-tale wonderland
-I fell down a rabbit hole
and was cloaked in the underground
The twist is that my soul was confused
I did not want to be promiscuously raped, for real
to love them and leave them
to be used and abused
Now, at daybreak, I watch the sky fill
through the space of branches of furry pine
in the shape of a foaming bottle
as the orange, rising sun spills
over the horizon up a neck of light
dispelling the dark, cold-blue residue
of salty dawn
From the bottom of my heart
even though my soul is weary and worn
I can mend a tear and cry for what I missed
and smile in lingering hurt
for now, my mother has gone
briefly celebrate, in memory, for my mother’s grief
modestly fluttering her ample, soft bosom
that revealed the worth of her heart
she had long ago concealed
And Bless God
she was forgiving in return for losing me
9-’09
Breathtaking
Did I drink from cups of illusion
floating in blue powder of shifting sand
over a bower tasseled of dune grass?
My sphere fizzed as I lay
love only a whirling memory
as distant as surf steadily swirls my footprints away
in the captured shadow of a lost intimacy
Left outside your enchanted laugh
apart like a ring broken in half
-as close as our lucid eyes fixed in a bruised moment
on eternal pools—as hypnotic as the wet, clinging skirt
of a pearl diver brought ancient tears
I loved and feared you in the pull of tides
-You, who folded me loosely in an envelope
(a curtain of mist sprung like a silver screen
beaded with rain)
-urgent prayer to God, telegram my heart beats to all the same
to not let me wander into the salty marshes
as the wayfaring sun comes down upon me burning harshly
Grief is not forever-a promise bound to stay
to peel that rind and membrane of a citrus slice
finding in dazzling embrace a section pulpy, wet and moist
If you should leave me—is my love for you not deep enough
for how long have I sensed your destiny of starry dreams
that I want you to fulfill-it truly seems
‘even if you exclude me’ echoes a lonely, sandpipers trill
in background spray of