Hoe lyk jou stad-kompetisie: Egoli – city of gold

  • 0

This city is never quiet;
Night and day I hear the rumblings
of her intestinal highways like
a great continuous wave, never breaking, on her golden shore
Blood streams red and raw through her heart
and her liver and her spleen
fight for substance in between

When all is said and done
my adopted city dons her fancy stilettos
her filigree dress
her tiara studded with diamonds;
she goes dancing with her lovers -
the dance of all cities across the earth

I lie in bed listening
to Egoli’s raucous dance
remembering the serene song of a breeze
through the trees around my house,
where at night I would quietly sit
beneath a tranquil lamp, trying to darn
the tattered fabric of life on a farm

 

(LitNet plaas graag die Engelse kompetisie-bydraes, maar hulle sal nie vir die prys oorweeg word nie.)

Klik hier vir inligting oor hierdie kompetisie.

  • 0

Reageer

Jou e-posadres sal nie gepubliseer word nie. Kommentaar is onderhewig aan moderering.


 

Top