“Come, leh we dance” by Lynda V. E. Crawford


calypso, kaiso, ringbang, soca

merge horns into morning cock crows
tingle pan, pound bass

wuk up your waistline
in a giggle first, then

a sweaty laugh


Lynda V. E. Crawford is a poet who has lived in the USA longer than her childhood home Barbados, a fact that sways and punctuates her writing. She’s let go of journalism, copywriting, website management, and email marketing. Poetry won’t let go of her.