Bio Note: I live in New York City working on my painting and poetry. My sixth collection of poems will soon be published by Deerbrook Editions, graced by generous blurbs from Verse Virtual stars, Alarie Tennille and Donna Hilbert.
Folk Medicine in Ocho Rios
My kid was six, sick— feverish. One cheek had become a mump. I knew, in a few hours, there might be two of them. Loretta, the Jamaican cook (really, a Jamaican shaman) intervened with gifts—a white gull-feather and a covered jar of “proof rum” (denatured alcohol). Dip the feather in the rum. Feather his mump, and no new ones will come. I thanked her. But the magic objects slipped my mind. I left them, untouched, on the table. Next morning, Malcolm woke as foretold—fully mumped. Loretta eyed the unopened liquor jar, the futile feather, and the child, saying not a word to his pale and clueless mother.
©2020 Sarah White
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