RIFT
Not homeland,
but sourceland;
scored in genetic code;
branded in bone:
thorn trees’ jasmine scent,
red pepper dust on the tongue,
sifted on skin,
while beneath our feet
obsidian’s glint,
shards of the earth’s dark heart;
the Rift,
riven,
wide
open
copyright 2015 Tish Farrell
Tish Farrell 
Yes, an amazing sourceland.
All of us are African just some more recent than others.
Absolutely, Gilly.
Yes, far back, we are all African – and I know this view out over the rift to Mt Longonot very well indeed – I lived in Kenya for some years, many years ago. Thanks for the memory! Adrian
You’re welcome, Adrian. Once there, never forgotten. And yes Mount Longonot it is.
Sourceland it is, wonderful, Tish.
Thank you, Dina 🙂
lovely land
Excellent.
Thank you.
Stunning, and I think the first poem of yours I’ve read Tish — more please? That’s some good down-home cookin’!
Thank you, kind sir. I don’t write many, but I’ve posted a few here and there 🙂
Feels good, go on with your bad self.
Amazing view, excellent capured added your lovely poem – perfect for symbol… 🙂
Many thanks, Drake. I value your appreciation.
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I was a little fearful of falling in, but I needn’t have worried. I was in safe hands, Tish. 🙂
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So evocative Tish, this is a triumph 🙂
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Lovely description, and a lovely shape to the poem.
I rather like the shape too, Meg. Thanks 🙂
A symbol of the beginning of mankind.
Yes, indeed 🙂
What a beautiful poem to describe the beautiful view. 😀 ♥
Thanks so much, Sonel
What a great response to the challenge, Tish! Loved the poem.
Many thanks, Tiny.
Like this poem very much, and the photo too.
Thank you, Shimon. I value your opinion 🙂
Bravo Tish. Thank you for sharing. Enjoy the day.
Thank you, Gerry 🙂