October

by Elizabeth Trew

moves in with foghorn and bells
blows sarongs and scarves
sweeps fallen leaves

it sends out its flares –
sunlight lengthens to lift
the gloom in my house
yellow nasturtiums nod to the bees
ice-blue watsonias bloom in profusion
after the fire

it prances and stumbles
old blood in my hands needles and burns

October steadies and turns
marches towards the union buildings;
a police car is torched
there is blood in the streets.

Advertisements

Spirit of an African Christmas

by Lise Day

“Hark the herald angels sing”
In our thatched rondavel chapel
voices sing the well-loved carols
music carried by sea-breezes
mingles with flea market jangle
marimba and a hundred wind chimes.

“Underneath the mistletoe”
Our advent wreath is dressed
geranium red, yellow-wood green
blue hydrangea our Christmas rose
hibiscus flare, purple agapanthus
slender dietes our sunlit candles.

“Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer”
Nigerian’s smile flashes white
intricate beadwork tempts the shopper
bright chameleon, turquoise gecko
but in pride of place displayed
beaded reindeer scarlet in the sun.

“Deck the halls with boughs of holly”
Shopping malls with gaudy baubles
plastic pine and garish tinsel
suddenly lose their stale appeal
gain a sparkle, luster reflected
in the eyes of delighted child.

“In the East they saw a star”
Far from frozen Northern customs
commercial glitz of Western world
here in the warm and vibrant South
may the message still be manifest
peace, love, goodwill to all mankind.