Seaside Moors there was once a poet

it came to pass that the day erzulie decided to cease her prayers was the one that scarab chose for his return.
his voice was undeniable — she would always know her son — and she bid clementine remain with her baby sisters. long-limbed build swept her quickly across the moors in frothing steps that tangled verbena and silkflowers into her fur, so that she arrived out of breath and filled with petals and tearful, erzulie, always overcome.
"oh, i grieved for you, boy," she grit, gathering him close if he allowed it, her throat tight and her heart thrumming with relief and love.