POETRY
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DROUGHT IN AFRICA
Vultures idly swirling patterns through the empty clouds
Dust devils dancing upwards with leaves like crinkled shrouds
Hardy beetles sleep below, waiting for the cool of night
Heat-waves shimmering like rivers - mimicking in spite
Bones so white lie scattered in the rippled wind-blown sand
The spoors of long-dead beasts zig-zagging across the land
Sheet lightning in the distance mocks the jagged dry horizon
Empty promises of storms it’s just a pantomime they put on
Wait. The thunder nears, shadows form like rolling waves
Dust rises up in joyful scent as rain comes down and saves
Jo-anne Pritchard, Fleet, Hampshire
Dedicated to my beloved David, who did so much to save lives during the 1980’s
drought in Zimbabwe.
The
Regal Hunt
The greatest chief of
Hwange
In the lion coloured
grass
Watches sleekly groomed
impala
Soaring
graceful as they pass
Twitches his fine ebon
whiskers
Stretches
out majestic paw
Making not a sound or
rumble
Muffles well sonorous
roar
Watching silently his
queen
As she plays her game
of death
Like a voyeur keenly
spying
Almost holds his steamy
breath
Now the glossy backed
impala
Sense the danger,
twitch in fear
Warning
scream and panic leaps
As the queen draws ever
near
But she’s singled out
the plumpest
Heavy,
pregnant, in dismay
Moving slower than the
others
Mother will make easy
prey
Then the golden queen
leaps forward,
Takes her
quarry in mid flight
Now the regal hunt is
over
And they’ll banquet
well tonight.
Jo-anne Pritchard, Fleet, Hampshire
A
Stranger’s Lament
Like sentinels gathered on the shore
So gaunt and craggy, wave-worn rocks
Staring blindly out across the sea
Bedecked in windblown seaweed locks
Hungrily, I search the sea’s horizon
In vain, for shore-line of my land of birth
Seeing only angry rollers pounding
Is there a place as lonely on this Earth?
Thunderous, rampant waves call out to me
I join them, leaving footprints in the sand
Standing in their spray we meld as one
Becoming part of this strange icy land
With heart as stony as the silent watchmen
And tears as salty as the windblown sea
I’ll never see again my land of sunshine
Now this strange land must be a part of me
Jo-anne Pritchard, Fleet, Hampshire
MIRROR |
NATURE DIES
We travel by train
Sitting on wheels
Ignoring green fields
Where the daffodil kneels
We trundle on concrete
Laid for our needs
Over the lost beauty
We refer to as weeds
We suffer the jibes
And loss of pride
Don't notice the meadows
We just try to hide
Our lives are so fruitless
With no blossom before
No thoughts for the gifts
God gave with his chore
AGG
SPRING
The beauty of the blossomed bough And
the resurrection of the daffodils In my heart creates the mood of Spring And
in its perfection the love it brings AGG
|
IF
ONLY
(with apologies to Rudyard)
And have passion born out of belief
If you can deliver quality (into the box) with every endeavour
And have loads of intent in your feet
Whilst producing intelligent play
And are un-afraid to get into good positions
Keeping possession when all around you stray
Whilst still knowing in your mind where the goal is
And If you want the ball more that any other man
And can curse and spit with contemptuous ease
If you can collapse in the penalty area from the merest touch
And keep asking more questions than the opposition
If you can deliver the ball in all the right areas
Whilst understanding it’s a game of two halves
Greeting red and yellow cards with a strange looking grin
And shake your head and show your affected pride
Whist the slow mo shows you’re as guilty as sin
Who can legislate for every possible move
Whilst being in a continuous rage
Yet still able to control his technical grove
You will be a football team my lads
And may just win the World Cup
If not, you may need just a little bit of luck.
Simple as, Cold light, End of.
AGG & MWG