Postcolonial-settlement’s daughter
Dorothy Lune
after ‘Ancestors’ by Ada Limón
I originate from a brick of obsidian
ground, the contents
of which are roots, the roots
of which were braided into existence
by one thousand serpents of lava
that slivered through the rock
as an act of rightful retaliation—
I love my rage, I love my protest.
Imagine a window unhinged, dancing
right above ground, causing
lace-like shade over a pasture of moss—
my ribs went that way, go there.
But I was born green & bone-like
on the most gorgeous ochre
without window panes or metal
frames. I am an absorber of the light.
DOROTHY LUNE is a Yorta Yorta writer, born in Australia. Her poems have appeared in Overland, Mascara Literary Review & more. She runs the substack “Ladybug Central” at dorothylune.substack.com