A collaborative poem by:
Stephen Mupoto [Ngugi waMkirii]
Norman Mwale [The PenPusher]
The bitchy sands,
White and shy with love,
Sprawl like threads of liberated wool.
Like butterflies we trudged,
The breath of these sands,
And dangle love like a
knackers occupation.
The little tales,
That secretly perch in these silent
Reeds,
Are tales never to be spoken.
The River Side has her own sins,
And the reeds stand in ovation,
As they dance to the cadence
Of the exhausted waves,
Of a dying river.
The birds that forlornly perch,
Below the angry skies,
Whisper of deep malevolence,
That the riverside harbours,
Like a thief’s treasure.
The none spirited sun
god Re,
Whose parole of grim
Remains anon.,
Blue and white dreaming,
Continues to spew mordacious
Scarlets
Upon the drawn eye of hope.
Shimmery dreams
Sink with unfounded promise,
The basketry crafts of birds
That dangle mirthfully in the trees
Along the river side
Tremble in this spiralling hydrophobia,
Their dreams tweeted in this
Ineluctable dying
With life reeking,
Crawfishing into the dry womb
To decay in deep premonition
With the polliwog joggling in the last
Beads,
Biding farewell to glossy seasons!
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