The Seducer. An Appetiser of Caribbean Flavour, For ThreeKeys
The Grenadian Motto: "Ever Conscious of God, We Aspire, Build And Advance As One people." This is woven into our beautiful Coat-Of-Arms.
Psst! Working his lips and tongue,
A shrill whistle resonated from his voice,
With the dexterity of an expert philanderer.
Somewhat ‘tipsy’, the sweet juice and potency
Of the sugar cane cocktail, began to ‘loosen’ his mouth,
As the ‘mountain dew’ took effect.
The beauty turned, smiled a customary smile,
And continued to walk on.
“Way you are going, gal? He questioned.
“To the Carnival.” She said.
“Bon Jay! Bacchanal!
Me soon come.” He responded. “Me soon come.”
Beating steel band (steel drums)
La Baye was frolicking on this sunny Caribbean morning.
Rainbows of colours lined the streets, markets; beach…
Tall plumes on exotic costumes; dances way impure;
Waists seriously seductive and suited to the bacchanal it was.
Mr Seducer moved into the crowd;
Shook his ‘butty’ and ‘wined’ for the Devil Itself.
Sipping his coconut juice, he moved in rhythm,
To the Soca and calypso steel-band.
He danced with passion between two ‘cuties’,
Hands around their waist, while experiencing
An epitome of revelry,
In this sweet warmth of Caribbean sunshine.
Green, gold and red flags waltzed with the carousing,
Signifying the fervour, spirit, warmth,
Vegetation and friendliness of the Island.
Mr Seducer partied and partied,
Way into the evening of that day,
A big step-up from his customary perch,
On that bridge where he initially called that girl.
Today he was frolicking, living his dreams,
Tomorrow will be time enough to worry,
About what that day is supposed to bring.
Manatita. Copyrighted 16th September, 2016.
‘Wined.’ (To dance with bended knees, using the waist and body copiously)
La Baye. A slang name for Grenville, a town in the Parish of St. Andrew's, where I grew up. I believe it's French for The Bay.
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