Bushveld Lament



July frost whitens grass below 

an ink stained night of diamond 

studded skies hard bright cold

Snow is hinted that would cover 

The lime tree with a sugar lattice 

Reminiscent of a Japanese print

Spurflowers across the yard

Long past their pastel prime

Rest till their seasonal labour’s

Begin in warming October 


Nederberg’s Two Centuries Red

Rolls deliciously off the tongue 

This winter's night by the window 

The fire crackling at my back


My thoughts return to the bush

These same stars and night

Without Jo’burg’s soulless 

Sounds and lights so less

Diminished so pulsingly alive


My friends there sipping Pito

Wrapped in blankets quietly

Telling of  ancestral deeds

Around an acacia fire having 

Braais a Springbok haunch

Hissing the spit steaming 

Collards potted on the edge


I wish them well envious of 

Their freedom’s quest

Which I have now regrettably

abandoned paid as price for

A baccalaureate cum laude

In favour of this home fire

Comfort and imprisonment


Poetry by josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2021-02-27 at 17:35

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one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
It seems we make choices that define our lives. But are they really choices, or are we products of our culture and upbringing? Could you possibly have "gone native?" It wasn't it the cards.

Fabulous poem. Primal longing.

Thomas D The PoetBay support member heart!
I think I want to live in that first stanza! The whole poem is a joy to read.

Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
A very nice "road not taken" poem. Everyone has such memories, but few can express them so artfully.

Christopher Fernie The PoetBay support member heart!
Dear josephus,

A moving memory which reminds us that 'less is more', including the idea of freedom.