Songs of Anisha
“No Longer At Ease,”
by Obakanse S. Lakanse
Sitting in the cooling shadows of a tree this afternoon
And staring in front of me
At the giant almost human –like anthill
With its thousand burning arms raised in the sun
I realize quite suddenly
I have not come here to learn the ant’s wisdom
Nor to seek out of my mind’s peace nor peter out of the storms in my blood.
Of late certain floods have been rising inside me, mounting
Behind my mute, sun-arrayed exterior.
Something indeed has burst open within me but I’m not released
Has not my name been written in waters?
And so caught as it were between a sea-land row.
And not washed, not drowning, not baptized,
I flood my lines with riotous nightmares.
“Beauty,”
by Sihle Mthembu
I appreciate the
Light wind as it blows
Across her hair, she is
The cunning image of beauty
And all that it is
I watched her hatch into
A butterfly that is much
Admired by the world
I loved much more than even myself
She is an angel of the light.
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