Rain Daisies & Redcurrants

Colour splash –

a sort-of,

raspberry coulis –

fringes the Western Cape of

dusty corners,

their heat-heavy blossoms rooted

at the very edge of spring.

 

Our yellow glob wakes

and blisters

the fleshy sheath

of dry land,

an old frost thawing

to quell the dirt’s thirst.

 

Us poor slugs

are just hapless & fat,

but as a curious crowd collects

like a snug of kids beneath

leaves of a strawberry field,

a mouthful of giggles

is our giveaway.

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Goddess

Her face points upward,

snow-covered precipice,

a wing of light

against the city’s blackened cheek.

 

Embark upon the ancient spice trails

of her breath,

follow the Li River

and set sail to Elephant Mountain,

 

a frozen emerald

 shivering in the lemon sunset,

like the ripples in rock-pools

at her feet.

 

Step free from dream’s edge

and pull down the sky,

heaven’s curtain

                                where

 

‘rice grows and the land is invisible,

by the pomegranate water,

                                      in the clear air

                                                   over Li Chiang’.