(This poem is dedicated to my daughter, Roselle – who inspired me to writing it.)
Bone white spirals
on delicate porcelain plate displayed,
with reverence extended
as rite of way.
Deft fingers rubbing lobes
bracing flesh for needle sharp probes.
Proficiently surgical steel
through pink lobes pierced,
gateways for spirals prepared.
Masterly nimble fingers manipulate,
bone art into earlobes placed.
Link spanning time and distance.
Tribal connection made.
©Copyright Micelle Coetsee 2014