Cyprin listens and watches as the participants step forward and perform their own territorial descriptions. Her eyes twinkle with fascination as she tries to decipher each one until it is her own turn.
Many have sung, but her shyness hinders her.
So, instead, she stands in front of everyone and relays her poem for all to hear.
<i>” Granite cliffs and black sand,
It is the northern tip of the mainland.
Land of the women is what I hear,
So sit down and listen my dear.
The coastal breeze has me all a-twitter
Because its frigid cold is so bitter.
But it’s survival of the fittest here.
Here in this land where women steer.
Beneath the perilous rocky ledges
Lie caves where you can make pledges.
Only the fiercest woman can survive,
So many will dodge and dive.
Some caverns can be seen from afar,
While others are extra bizarre.
They lie in wait under the tide,
To show you their hidden pride.
Behold the bioluminescent bay,
And see why some wait all day.
Here, a matriarchal system reigns,
But don’t be deterred if you have brains.
Witty and tough,
And maybe a little gruff.
This is where the wild women play.
If you think you can hang with the fiercest,
And be one of their ablest,
Then take a leap into the land of women
Where it will become your new Eden.”</i>
Her breaths are fluid between some lines, taking advantage of the pauses to draw in more air and resume her rhythmic lines in a honeyed, sing-song voice. Every lines rolls like silk past her lips until the ending arrives and leaves her in silence. With a nod of her head and a smile, she swiftly returns to her group, awaiting the others.
Many have sung, but her shyness hinders her.
So, instead, she stands in front of everyone and relays her poem for all to hear.
<i>” Granite cliffs and black sand,
It is the northern tip of the mainland.
Land of the women is what I hear,
So sit down and listen my dear.
The coastal breeze has me all a-twitter
Because its frigid cold is so bitter.
But it’s survival of the fittest here.
Here in this land where women steer.
Beneath the perilous rocky ledges
Lie caves where you can make pledges.
Only the fiercest woman can survive,
So many will dodge and dive.
Some caverns can be seen from afar,
While others are extra bizarre.
They lie in wait under the tide,
To show you their hidden pride.
Behold the bioluminescent bay,
And see why some wait all day.
Here, a matriarchal system reigns,
But don’t be deterred if you have brains.
Witty and tough,
And maybe a little gruff.
This is where the wild women play.
If you think you can hang with the fiercest,
And be one of their ablest,
Then take a leap into the land of women
Where it will become your new Eden.”</i>
Her breaths are fluid between some lines, taking advantage of the pauses to draw in more air and resume her rhythmic lines in a honeyed, sing-song voice. Every lines rolls like silk past her lips until the ending arrives and leaves her in silence. With a nod of her head and a smile, she swiftly returns to her group, awaiting the others.