Even now, my chitenje* smells of the beach,
that particular beach,
like your shirt I used to sleep with
smelt of you ten weeks after you had left.
I can still see the mountains
across the lake, blurring
into distant blue
or leaping sharply
depending on the light.
Side by side on the scented beach,
we watched the sun sink
and glow worms write
love poems in morse.
Ten years on,
memories of you are elusive
as the mountains,
indecipherable as code.
*chitenje is the cloth worn by women in Malawi
This poem was previously published in my pamphlet Bougainvillea Dancing and first appeared on this blog in 2007
Today I also reposted an old poem over on my Shapeshifting Green blog, you can read it here.
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