Endangered now as never before
Lives lost and numbers soar
Ever seeking a water source
Poachers have been to each water source
Have placed cyanide there with no remorse
An agonizing death for elephants all
Now scavengers and others add to the toll
Tusks hacked off, packaged, transported
Sold as ivory carvings later exported.
08 Nov 2013 2 Comments
Endangered now as never before
08 Nov 2013 Leave a Comment
I sit at my sister’s bedside. This room, her sanctuary, is filled with warmth and love.
I gaze up at a blown up photo of the Drakensberg Amphitheatre which fills the space above her headboard. This, she tells me, takes her back to holidays walking in the mountains and dipping her toes in cold streams. Now her world is confined to daily walks around the perimeter of her garden.
“She managed 4 laps this morning!” Adiley the hospice nurse proudly announces as she brings in a tray of medication.
I watch this practiced ritual, and I’m awed by the love and understanding they share as they gauge the correct dosage of morphine.
My sister presents me with a well-worn photo album and as I page through it we recall childhood experiences filling in the gaps of fading memories. She is 5 yrs younger and I feel the same protective pull towards her now, as I did when she was little.
I ask her about her treasures which are gathered around her: the crucifix on the wall from which hangs the worn beads of her rosary. I comment on the collection of greeting cards on her pedestal and she passes these on to me, sharing snippets from her life. I feel at first an intruder and then ….so privileged to share such personal space.
I walk over to her book-shelf: a collection of her favourites. I pick one and it falls open at well-read sections which I read, giving me further glimpses into the ties that bind us.
For the best part of our lives we have been guarded and alienated: Our relationship marred by skewed perceptions and misunderstanding: compounded over the years, rendering us virtual strangers.
I ponder over that phone call from her 2 yrs back: “If I had a dreaded disease would you want to know about it…………?” I remember my anger and resentment being presented with this news, thinking: “Why are you telling me this? Why now? What do you want from me?”
I reflect on our journey from that time, unravelling the past and putting the pieces back in place: the good, bad and ugly.
I look into her tired eyes: “ I think it’s time to go.” I say.
“Not yet…..Stay a little longer.”
We savour the remaining time together. It’s a long journey home the next day.
Finally we hug. Neither wants to let go. I pick up the album and we wave our good-byes and blow kisses.
Already I’m struck by a profound feeling of loss.
04 Oct 2013 Leave a Comment
In the beginning she was plain Norma Jeane,
No movie star status, no big silver screen.
Married her sweetheart, Mr James Dougherty,
Whilst he fought a war, she became a divorcee.
Soon found fame as a dumb blonde actress,
Alluring beauty, a blonde bombshell no less.
An hour glass figure, and a generous pout,
Rumours soon began – she could put it about!
Down the aisle again with Joe DiMaggio,
Divorced once more after sad tales of woe.
She’s unreliable, difficult and vain,
Producers and directors all feeling the pain.
An affair with Kennedy – she’s a real screen goddess,
Booze, drugs and fame lead to hurt and distress.
Marries a third time to Arthur Miller,
But no luck again for him or for her.
She died all too soon this voluptuous star,
An overdose cocktail, too lethal by far.
New girls on the scene, but they all come and go,
There can only ever be one Marilyn Monroe!
04 Oct 2013 2 Comments
The glass curtain of rain
drapes down from on high.
It hides the beauty of the night sky
That black velvet, softer than a sigh,
Dotted with diamonds that twinkle and die.
But still in my dreams I can see them,
For my mind can reach beyond that curtain.
The eye of my mind can see for certain,
Far and beyond the human spectrum
04 Oct 2013 4 Comments
Financial dips have come our way
Great joys have often made our day
Hard partings in the time of war
Interfered , but made reunion sweet
“For better for worse’
In recent years ill health has struck
Jogging and jiving have come unstuck
Kith and kin are far away
Local folk are standing by
“ In sickness and in health”
Time passes for all of us
Undeterred we’ll not make a fuss
Value all that has come our way
With God’s good grace we’ll pass from this place
“Till death us do part”
20 Sep 2013 Leave a Comment
She commuted to school
On time as a rule
She travelled by bus
A two-tiered bus
She was late
Such was fate
Her face was ashen
She’d taken a lashin
Her bus had been halted
As the wind had assaulted
And toppled right over
The double decker before her.
She alighted befrighted
To find herself blighted
Of diminutive stature
The wind did catch her
The doctor with purpose
Made her lose all purchase
She was lifted aloft
And made a landing, not soft.
With help she arose
And straightened her clothes
And walked to the college
With south- easter knowledge.