Winter Africa Poems

The fog has not yet lifted from the enclave. The candyfloss glow of the sun suspended above the horizon of the valley in the Jock...

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Spring
the first winter, after a long war, was cold
today snow was slushy, the beginning of spring
a poor street, houses
 had not been painted for years
not...

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If you knitted a scarf 
For a long necked giraffe
How long would the scarf need to be
If you wrapped it around
Would it reach to the...

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THE DESERT'S GIFT

On a cold Christmas morning
the dusty harmattan breeze blew 
from the Sahara all through West Africa
unto the gulf of Guinea 

The wind howled...

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You are telling them to leave to go wandering in the street; you are telling them to leave when there's nothing in the pantry to...

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Ill wind, Fast Wind, Chill wind, March is here while Spring presses forward,
   and Winter still lingers; The Winds of March are harsh...

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As winter is so close 
                 Cold weather becomes a daily...

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Family is warmth in a cold winter breeze,  
A shelter of love that never ceases to ease  
The worries and fears we carry...

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SOLITARY CONFINEMENT 1 : Number Four


Many chains, many locks and bars
clattered at four in the morning 
black bitter coffee drugged
a single bucket of cold water...

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Showing off
On streets cum dress
Has season need to laugh
What winter's winds fly to bless
Summer's sun dry to boost in style
Of both, season still don't shun...

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Couplet 20 wishes you congratulations
 

To the lovely brother in art
Whose best lies in his heart 

To the pen of a great bard 
Which caress...

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I
power supply fails 
bright moon: substitute
square cloud-houses smile light

II
african winter
less sun - enough for some: 
marigold, geranium exult...

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Of the precious days spent in summer and winter
Looking at nook and shadow; how days come short in school
And other days spent apart thereafter 
Miss...

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in an even more distant land
where love is a devil eating chains
at a big banquet
hope, a hungry wolf admiring him with lust,
I will go to...

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What could be said of chains?
If not armoury, after what’s left
What could be said of armoury?
If not injury, after the scars
What could be said of...

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