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Cape Town 1965
The sea hush me with each grace across vast shore
Calling to his cold embrace, me to his adore
The moon lace an impassive face, whispering winds calling to me more
“Come O woman with poetry a fraise,” with siren song and lore.
“The Ingrid whose face I seek, show at my seashore.”
“Come O beautiful Jonker,” a hiss to my core.
The night enshroud I, the widow of words – I hear his roar
See my faults not, woe of my humanity hear nor
The tears I weepily wipe as his sinister shore swallows, to people had I implore
Sea of death all along was, I fear it all lies – too late now, he devours me, my dark mage
The sweet calls transform to terror elicit rage
Sea crash over me, smashing , dispose of I with turbulence, O dark and biting cage
I struggle against a watery embrace, my grave of dark depression
His suffocating silence, his nefarious laughter – My consuming suicide – a clean Lucifrian deception
My mind swirls with memories of life and pain, of love, laughter and glee
Then, my last breath filled with burning sea
Indeed a disconsolate day tomorrow, a father mourns, "They can throw her back into the sea for all I care."
Jonker, your mesmerized writings of rhyme and rhythm immortalized – Ingrid Jonker O beautiful solitaire…
the Ending never beginning
Alive never dead
the smile never tearing
the doors of dread ahead
Looming
Like the sunshine of a day fading
fading, failing, fault, flaw, failing
mists of misfortune lingering like darkness of dominance
So s-wept so sideways so the man so innocence
“Crucify” Sacrifice!
And then by predators called friends – fiends! His body was broken!
Sweating BLOOD – pain - Praise, pride passion power taken?
Received!
slithering tongues, scaly skins, soft lies, a savage sadistic murder, a trophy, He - a victory token
the skies darken, the sacred dividing curtain riven
Night Ending, now beginning. But He would fight
JESUS – Salvation
BLOOD, holy fire, Light
we - salvaged by His pious devotion
Blessings, Salvation, Light, Light, Light
Present becomes past, pristine, a new emotion
Do you understand -
fright (the lamb slaughtered) sight, bright
- LIGHT!
A Love Letter From an Uneducated Gardener
Yo’r mother writhed in a scream of pain when ye departed in blood
that miscarriage, a crak in the fasade - a crumble in the veneer
fortress a formidable fortification, broke down by a forming life
for ye my dear, a thousand tear
my babe, for twenty and six weeks me knew ye were inside my wife
(i know beacuase i counted) six moons thy was nigh, and i…
…howl, bawl, drawl, whimper, wail, weep
Oh how i must believe that with the angels ye sleep,
lost to a father in the sky
my precious unborn girl that died before ye lived
(stillborn they called ye)… for you i cry
my soul seems ded, my heart bled,
my life is now an endles dark winter with no spring to come
Oh how can i sow another seed in me wife?
Oh how can i e’er have another? no none!
Oh my Aster, my Marigold, my Eden…
my Lilac, my Lily, my Iris, my Abelia
…my beloved AMELLIA to ye i write this love letter…
i clamp me teeth and i wipe away a single tear…