Portal for Writers and Poets in South Africa
Your claim to fame
is an ingredient ,an
ingredient to a South African
icon-along the lines of babotie
Though your beauty
can rival that of an orchid
your pearly white petals
scream out “less is more”
Your scent so sweet and pure
could mimic a rose in full bloom
the cinderella of flowers becomes
the princess of spring
a diamond in the rough
you weather conditions tough
to bloom and glow in spring
bringing romance to the vlei
Just heard the news today
your’e dying they say
not long to live
3 months docters give
before you die
I need to know why ?
Why did you betray us ?
Were you ashamed of us?
Why another family you had ?
Did we not make you glad ?
Why hurt my mother ?
You’re our hero -father !
I want to scream at you
cursing you hitting you
if i did this rant and rave
would it send you to a early grave
so I dont ask why?
Instead I watch you die
with you answers go
and i will never know
why you abused us
why other kids above us
why all the lies
it destroyed family ties
instead i ask why in my dreams
I still want answers it seems
but you dont answer me
death shielded you from me
She could taste the blood in her own mouth, though she was about two and half metres from the him, ‘the high priest they called him’ , to think that here, in the underworld they ought to honour him , while at school he was just the guy everyone made fun of. Mariam was sure that is what got Ben in the occult thing, in fact all of the members of SDL had a sad story , like Jane who ‘s parents are in a middle of a massive divorce ;Peter who is just not good at sport and making friends and not forgetting Keith who just lost his whole family in a car accident .She failed to understand why she was there . She had a lot of friends , was part of the cheer team ,and her parents seemed to be doing okay. She never dreamt that on her sixteenth birthday she’ll be out drinking actual human blood .She should be home celebrating with her friends.
‘Blood of purity! drink purify your souls for tomorrow is the day we will see the great master,’ Ben said walking past them and handing a golden cup to keith who was first in the line, Mariam failed to understand why they needed purifying after all they are of the kingdom of darkness. She realised that this was way too deep for her to handle , it started off as a joke and now , now they killed a person, a baby. Jake’s little brother who had been sick with flue all week. Jake offered to take him to the baby clinic and while his mom went to arrange her sisters funeral. He brought him here , because the master commanded him. She never herself was able to communicate with the master, all crews claim that they ‘ve had an encounter with him .Especially Jake who the master directed to give the blood of his little brother as a purifying sacrifice. ‘how was he going to explain it to his mother? ‘ she thought ‘drink sister drink! ‘ she awoke to the voice of their young occult leader. puzzled, she took the cup and placed it on he cherry lips, the smell alone turned her stomach ‘ I can’t , sorry but I can’t!,’ Mariam protested.’she ran as fast as she could towards the door ‘seize her!’ Bed exclaimed . Keith and Rose ran towards her, Keith grabbed her arm so tight that she felt the pain pierce through her heart , rose grabbed both his legs and tied them with the occult scarf and Ben came and blinded her with Rose’s hair band. ‘ you are a traitor of the religion , your one of themr ! Mariam kept on breathing out hard . ‘answer me!’ Bed fumed .’ for Christ sake let me go’ Mariam commanded, not realising that she was adding patrol to the fire .Rose shouted ‘blasphemy!’ the rest of the pack joined her. the pulled her using her waist bealt and brought her to the alter , Ben surrounded he tiny body with wood and the put wax all over her body…’how about a burnt offering ?’ Ben asked the pack agreed by nodding.
Everywhere I look
I sea beauty
beauty in the colours
chosen for a colouring book
beauty in a cottage garden
with stocks and sweet allysum
just writing of it
brings a smile to my face
shape texture colour
of leaves capture my gaze
as I weed the the little garden
the warm sun bathes my skin
as I enjoy the warmth
yes I am happy
I see beauty in everything
even intricate patterns on a dress
this can only mean
my brain is healing
no more angry negative thoughts
that invade my mind
like a virus
I see life a new and I love it
When will I be strong enough to say the words that hide in my heart?
When will I be trusting enough to know that you’ll understand why,
When all the time I smile and I laugh I am crying deep underneath,
In the place where you crawl when your life feels too small and you’re bursting to breathe in the deep?
Why will I not rip my heart open wide and let words tumble out with no thought?
Why seal up my lips with the feel of the rage that I stupidly struggle to speak?
Why when I know that honesty only is all that you seek and would give,
Do I blanch when you ask why I’m wearing that mask when love’s light should be all that I keep?
