Thursday, 31 May 2007

jazz cricket by Rethabile Masilo

on the
way home I
noticed
a cricket
playing
in the park,
and stopped
to see how
it placed
the yellow
brass to
its lips; I
stood there
on the grass
a while,
wondering
how flowers
tint cloth,
blend scent,
scissor their
kangas*
to good size.


*kangas are the sarong type cloths worn by women in various parts of Africa.

Rethabile Masilo, France

3 comments:

tumblewords said...

Great! I hear it even as I read...

Mandy said...

o yes I do love the sound of the cicada

Rethabile said...

Thanks and cheers to you both.