Seven harborers cannot save
A young fugitive from herself;
Childish innocence and pretty trinkets
Outweigh safety and self-preservation.
Twice she trusts in the beauty of objects.
Twice her diminutive saviors
Bring her back from Paradise
Third time's the curse!
Dirt cannot cover vanquished beauty,
And all must see her to mourn
Until morbid fascination moves her
From one resting place to another
And accidentally dislodges the fatal fruit.
The young nomad is restored
To her former place in a new society,
And vain curiosity punishes a failed murderess
With deadly footwork.
Candace is a graduate of the Howard University Spanish program who enjoys mythology and other forms of didactic storytelling. When she isn't reading and writing, she is playing with yarn and fiber.