Malawi, 1991
My heart is stretched out over this land,
pegged down with sharp stakes of brittle roots,
parched dry by the oppressive heat
of this rainy season without rain.
Women with the desert in their eyes,
heavy laden, trample the ground, my soul,
their dresses, bright splashes of colour,
their laughter gurgling like springs.
Eagles with cunning in their bills,
claw the shrinking lake, my ebbing blood,
scratching for small fish – usipa, utaka, *
rage against the dying of the lake.
Monkeys, baboons, in hillside starvation,
break garden fences, come looking for food,
join herds of goats to steal the crops,
pull braids and ribbons from my hair.
Up in the mountains, thunder lurks
and deep, dark grumblings underground.
Dry packed earth and blistered skin
wait for rain’s sweet, wet relief.
Previously published in Candelabrum and in my pamphlet Bougainvillea Dancing
See another poem including clothes over on Over Forty Shades, my Alter Ego blog, here.
Clothes for Read Write Poem
From here I can certainly appreciate how well you have caught a drought in your poem. Ours is slowly breaking, now we have floods. You have really got that aching for moisture, essence of life in the poem. Great stuff. And the sounds are wonderful, you can hear the world in the poem, cool,
ReplyDeleteI can hear, smell and see your poem. Simply awesome.
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"Women with the desert in their eyes", I could see this so clearly. Beautifully done.
ReplyDeleteThis my favourite of yours.....it is very, very well done, transporting.
ReplyDeleteThis was an amazing piece of work! I feel a creative drought when I've been away but you have inspired me to push through it.
ReplyDeleteWOW!
This poem is good. Bravo. I like how it contains a Thomas line that I've read a thousand times, but in your poem, at this time, there couldn't have been another line but this one. Thomas used your line.
ReplyDeleteGingatao - thanks, glad your drought is breaking though sad that there are floods
ReplyDeletegautami - thanks, I'd love to try a sari - and thanks for the award! I'm honoured!
Ul - thanks!
Jo - glad I could transport you!
Tammy - I hope you push through your creative drought
Rethabile - thanks, yes Thomas did steal my line.... :)
I think of women in Africa, with their bright dresses. Wonderful description of the landscape, animals, and longing for water.
ReplyDelete"Women with the desert in their eyes" is such a good line! The whole think is just awesome!
ReplyDeleteExcellent poem! Great images, even when the land is parched dry the womens laughter is gurgling like springs!
ReplyDeleteHow heart-wrenching. To endure such suffering while waiting for the rain......I can't speak.
ReplyDeletemariacristina - thanks, yes, Malawi, south east Africa
ReplyDeleteselma, linda, sweet talking guy - thanks
Your imagery and connection to the drought is marvelously portrayed, as is the desperate hope of the distant sounds of thunder and coming rain.
ReplyDeleteExceptional -- what a rich visual cornucopia! ;)
ReplyDeleteI always enjoy reading your poems about Malawi, you capture the atmosphere so well
ReplyDeletegreat word choices
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful poem! Lovely job, Crafty Green!
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