Spring stroll

 

See , the daffodils’ bulbs

race each other to bloom,

canary yellow buds in noon

gentle nods to the slight breeze

sturdily adjacent like churches’ pews.

Watch, the sheep grazing

oblivious to our gaze

except for two, transfixed,

for seconds,

then ravenously devour

the iridescent water

which sparkles in spring’s haze.

Hear, the sweet  notes of spring

from the birds’ choir

harmonious tunes,

violas and harps,

twinkle like stars,

painting the sky, river blue.

No other like you

A shining light
tremendous might
with valiant fortitude
forever this will shield
Mama Africa.

Your gift,
an unfaltering  branch of freedom
irreplaceable liberty,
enduring ribbons
of hope.

His eyes,
sparkling crystals
as he ponders the news
in South Africa’s hazy
orange sun.

From the vibrancy of Cape Town,
Johannesburg
to the rural stillness of
humble Qunu
the rainbow nation
thank you
there will be
no
other
like
you.

Musique

Music

mystical

musique

she rocks to the

sparkle of the cymbals

and the deep, deep bellow of

bass its

echoes encased

in velvet saxophone

smooth, chocolate, tones

tap,  tap, tap shoes

chasing

rhythm and blues.

 

 

 

 

Djembe drum

Mine clasps with yours
Like the grasp of my favourite
shell clip.

Inside I feel bejewelled
a shooting star
beaming,
my heartbeat a djembe drum,
booming.

So cool as ice is yours
my eyes trace the spider web
of your palm,
a maze of secrets and keepsakes.

Me, light,
as a swirling feather,
ballerina-like
imbued with love
spun from
the might
of
our bare hands.

Accra

Busy, busy Accra,

flourishing with tourists, traders and me.

There in the midst Kwame Nkrumah’s statue

solemnly looks over his city

a centrepiece of history.

Tourists contemplate for a minute or so

in Ghana’s sun rays, gleaming,

gentle brushstrokes

painting Accra city.

Capri

Water

azure blue,

calmly ripples

when the boat

from Sorrento to Capri

glides so

swan-like

such

breathtaking views!

Winter in Spring -March 2013

Sharp ice wind

bites my cheek.

Freezes my feet.

 

Under our haven

the bus shelter,

we huddle,

with our leather gloves

we applaud,

a dance for warmth.

 

As we shudder,

with our sea of striped scarves

with stars

and stylish velvet hats

we chat

strangers in March.

 

Oh winter in spring

2013

how your snow petals

lovingly, so delicately

stroke our skin,

stroke

our

skin.

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