Teesta Review: A Journal of Poetry, Volume 3, Number 2. November 2020. ISSN: 2581-7094
Wild
Freesias
We lay in
the grass deep in the valley below the house
Sprawled in
mottled shade under the trees near the Cape Gooseberry bush
In a bed of
sweet freesias wild like us – we – insouciant –
Sucking the
honey from the flowers’ receptacles
Looking up
at the blue sky knowing nothing of anything
Out of
earshot – hidden from sight – away from homework or chores
Tired from
exploring the tiny creek to its source at the top of the hill
Not caring
about anything except for the smell of the earth and the grass
And the
soapy fragrance of freesias in the spring sun.
Jacaranda (II)
Lilac
on lilac
Memories of childhood
scampering amongst the blossoms
in the soft red dust
under the jacaranda tree
Laughter tinkled easily
and the desert was mine
for the dreaming
Sun-cuddled
toes over thongs in the hot dust
fruity fingers plunged
deep into pockets
poised and curious
The desert spirit and I
began a journey past the river bend
and further
A journey of fusion
of spiralling seasons
and sun-drenched searches
To travel the city deserts
of concrete and bitumen
to memories
and dreaming through windows
on lilac
dreaming the jacaranda tree