An English Family Begin A New Life Out Of Necessity

Sun downers on the hill
With a view to the plains
Seven of us

Further from home
Than we would care to admit
New creatures reborn

Into this African life
An evening extravagant with the
Soft scent of leather

The touch of wine
Like honey to the talking tongue
Seven stories sung

We have no past
The present holds us
In her elegant arms

There is no park bench
No bone broken
None to contradict this version of events

Only the faintest ricochet of
An uninformed rumour
Comes at us from the hills

The light is changing
The sun oozes blood orange
Into a firefly sky

Giraffe sail the valley like poetry
I see the stork dip
In the mirror of your eye

Smile to see the white linen
Of my smock drenched by the late light
Turning into a red dress