Sunday, 15 August 2021

Ermelinda Makkimane, Poetry 2021 Shortlist

 Mother's Song 


I caught my mother's song, a piece

of yearning twisted with woolly bits of love,

and deftly put it in the narrow neck

of a memory jar that broadened

into highways to all songs she'd ever sung.


And when I need to sleep

all I have to do is uncork the wispy jar:

mother's song envelops me

like a snug hammock. 


Sleep is not long in coming. 

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