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Sunday, 23 June 2019
My Long Lost Love...Poem By Bertha Mukodzani
I keep a trunk under my bed,
its rusty lock
to reveal bundles of epistles from yesteryear,
before the winds of
separation tore a rift so wide.
I remember the
sound of your footsteps,
as you tracked behind me after school,
the warmth of your surreptitious
as you slid a page into my pocket, the sound of your unassuming voice,
and the look in your eyes,
that finally jolted my heart into
There is something about the earthy pages,
that reminds me of our first heady
kiss beneath the tree,
on that sweltering summer’s day,
when due to sudden terror, I spoke of
Baba’s menacing rage,
should he unmask the designs of our hearts.
Tender-aged, I had no business falling
Still, I harboured faith in your stamina,
your determination to confront his disdain.
The world could hang for all I cared.
What we’d planted could never be
Love that survived our aching bellies,
when savage locusts stripped the fields
and the treacherous terrains we
barefoot for our daily dose of tutelage,
not to mention the green-eyed monster.
We plodded along,
dodging every peril like soldiers in
the Gulf war.
We had glorious plans to sheath our
Plans for our future,
And it was not long before you gained
your worldly ticket.
Perseverance and sagacity had finally
granted you victory.
Now, seasons have rolled into
and all I have to show are these
Tears have dried, and yet the heart
As I dissect every word, phrase, and sentence wreathed with the promise -