South Africa

So it does what it says on the tin! I'm in South Africa, volunteering, and so there is ample time for poetry. It's been a while (I must say) so if it's a bit rusty, I do apologise.

I hope some of it is decent enough to be enjoyable to read (:

IW

Lonely in a Kinderhuis

They told me That she carried a knife, Tucked in her pocket - Just for safe keeping. "Stay away from her", They said. "Don't confront her, She'll probably stab you" I saw her,

A little ditty.

I was bored, in the staff room. (:
Cherry

A Potted History

A young girl, Trapped in the cages of apartheid, Stares at me Through the garden fence, As I ride by, High up in my truck. White face, White against the clouds. I look to the floor,
Cherry

A South African Dawn

The morning yawns, Splits it's lip, Split open like a peach and bleeds colour Onto the slate of metallic sky. I stand and watch, Sense the oh-so-familiar Twinging ache of