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The Raw Heart of Africa

Post No. 886


The Raw Heart of Africa


Civilisation peels back the skin

Of sophistication ~

No more than a veneer

Layered very thin ~

Over Africa’s raw heart.

I bleed to see how

It was used and abused

Bribed over generations

Corrupted, outsmarted

By men who stole its wealth.

And, infected now itself,

It cannot reverse time

But openly try to recover,

Unwrap what was papered over.


©Denise G Allen, 16 October 2015 13:30

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Innate Pride

Post No. 822


Innate Pride


Walking tall

Toddler tagging


In kangaroo pouch

These women

These mothers

Hold their heads up high

Patient without equal



Proud to be

Who they are

And what they are

Women, mothers


©Denise G Allen, 17 June 2015 15:59



Post No. 809





My beloved country

The backlash held in place

Has been let loose

The floodgate opened wide

As the frenzied tumult smiles

And rage has set the stage

A country polarised

Emotion rules the nation

A shower head, a laughing stock

A president, a precedent


While the world’s asleep

Judgement day will come again

And the cross will be our shame


My beloved country



©Denise G Allen, 31 May 2015 01:54


Veld Fire

Post No. 808


Veld Fire


Skin crackling crisp

Blackened, peeling,

Exposing raw tissues

New life, new blood

Sanitized, purified

As the fynbos* renews

Year on year

And we watch

The regeneration


The degradation

Full circle again



Fynbos is the natural shrubland or heathland vegetation occurring in a small belt of the Western Cape of South Africa, mainly in winter rainfall coastal and mountainous areas with a Mediterranean climate. Wikipedia


©Denise G Allen, 30 May 2015 06:27


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


Dusk in Africa


The calm of the jungle at dusk,

The soft sounds of creatures

Returning from the waterhole, spent:

Crackling branches, bodies brushing

Against dry bushes as they went.


Silence descended slowly as night fell.

We sat relaxed around the fire,

At ease in the surrounding peace,

Sipping our after-dinner drinks

And dreaming of the morrow.



RROOAARR!  The second, a demanding bellow

Then a series of grunts to follow:

GRUNT, GRUNT, grunt, grunt, g r u n t…

Fading slowly until dead…

Silence dropped heavily back in the hollow

And we all retreated to bed.


©DGA 24 January 2012 09:33




Rich velvet voices,
Voices of molten gold,
Silver threads embroider
An audible picture
Of beauty in the wild.

Harmonising sounds,
Shades of dark and light,
As the Painter wields his brush
Creating His portrait of life.

Songs of joy,
Traces of sadness,
Goodbye Africa departing,
The old replaced by the new,
Gold replaced with dross.

Image: Flickr –
Bedik village of Iwol, Southeast Sénégal
by gbaku

©DGA 15.05.2011 06:01