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I write what I feel…


My Africa


The music breathes into my soul,
phantom fingers stroke the keys,
draw breath to blow the ‘bone,
wisps of smoke curl overhead
‘gainst the naked globe.

Far, far away atop a craggy hill
the lone, plaintive cry
of a pennywhistle fills the sky
and the mist rises and curls
t’wards the ascending sun.

Nineteen years and what has changed?
Promises unfulfilled ~
The world stands still…


©Denise G Allen, 27 August 2013 04:00