Behold A Ball of Light: History in Verse by Marcia E. Cole

Behold a Ball of Light is a poetry collection that picks up where Light in Dark Places ended. Stories of the African American experience could fill libraries. As esteemed author Toni Morrison said “You could never exhaust the subject of slavery.” I would add, and its lasting impact. These poems explore topics in America’s history some would shy away from, and stories of resilience and strength we can embrace. Now is the time.
Marcia E. Cole has won College Language Association Creative Writing awards in short story, poetry and drama. She is an avid reader and proponent of literacy. She has turned her writing skills to giving voice to those lost in the mist of time and reclaim the stories behind statistics. Her history-based play A Matter of Worth was part of Washington, DC’s first Women’s Voices Festival in 2015 receiving glowing reviews. The work continues.
People have said about Cole’s writing:
“Powerful. Your writing makes it visceral.”
“I am impressed, the combination of beautiful language and uncomfortably challenging image, a collective memory that we would like to purge, but be criminally negligent to do so” -Mike
“What you are doing is so important and I appreciate your talent” -Meg
“Emotional and heartbreaking glimpse into the some of the travesties of slavery. Well written , you can tell the author is passionate about the subject” -Brenda
“…Your poetry is beautiful. I love the fabric you weave with your words." -Mimi
Find Cole's previous title, Light in Dark Places: History in Verse here:
Excerpt from Behold a Ball of Light:
Mother's Love
I know she loved me
‘cause she greased my shoes.
Moma greased my shoes
no matter how late, no matter how tired,
Before she take a rest
moma clean and greased my shoes
Just so –
Just so –
Lord!  I say, just so –
so they wouldn’t chaffe me in de summer,
won’t blister me in de winter.
That’s mother love.
Didn’t ask her.
She did it ‘cause she loved me.
How do love show up for you?
My soul walks in heaven on easy feet
‘cause moma loved me so much
 she greased my shoes.