2 Poems – Abigail George

I am fossil, flesh and bone
(for the Dutch poet Joop Bersee)

Didn’t eat bread today so that was a
good thing. Full of sleep. Full of winter
the poetry was enough. The basil leaves
were enough. His voice is like clay in
my hands. I make animals out of the clay.
So the gin remained on the table. I tell
myself to wait for the lines burning-bright
to come to me to go into my future.

 

life through a bipolar lens is a mosaic
(for the Dutch poet Joop Bersee)

you mother are living in my bones again
this is my love story for her i never wanted
to have those children during that phase
of autumn in rehearsal mother you were a
difficult woman to love a woman with her
own issues and secrets you’re the fallen
kingdom you’re mine you’re mine but not
mine not mine all at the same time it came
too late her love came too late i am master-
chef life with father is my vanishing tribe
i send her all my love in my rice and meat

Pushcart Prize nominated Abigail George is a South African writer. Her writing has appeared numerous times in various anthologies and online in e-zines across Africa, Australia, Asia, Europe, and the United States.

 

photo by Annie Spratt 

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s