PoetryNetArchive
Tuis /
Home
Briewe /
Letters
Kennisgewings /
Notices
Skakels /
Links
Boeke /
Books
Onderhoude /
Interviews
Fiksie /
Fiction
Poësie /
Poetry
Taaldebat /
Language debate
Opiniestukke /
Essays
Rubrieke /
Columns
Kos & Wyn /
Food & Wine
Film /
Film
Teater /
Theatre
Musiek /
Music
Resensies /
Reviews
Nuus /
News
Spesiale projekte /
Special projects
Slypskole /
Workshops
Opvoedkunde /
Education
Artikels /
Features
Geestelike literatuur /
Religious literature
Visueel /
Visual
Reis /
Travel
Expatliteratuur /
Expat literature
Gayliteratuur /
Gay literature
Xhosa
Zulu
Nederlands /
Dutch
Hygliteratuur /
Erotic literature
Bieg /
Confess
Sport
In Memoriam
Wie is ons? /
More on LitNet
Adverteer op LitNet /
Advertise on LitNet
LitNet is ’n onafhanklike joernaal op die Internet, en word as gesamentlike onderneming deur Ligitprops 3042 BK en Media24 bedryf.

Dawning

Malika Ndlovu

(for Iman Bongiwe Ndlovu,
born and buried 3rd January 2003)

l

We gather on a beach at dawn
My mother, five other beloveds and I
Sit silent in the disappearing dark
Listening to the whispering shore
Witnessing the silhouetted mountain and horizon
Gradually birthed into the light

We break the hush
With a few soft, heart spoken words
I offer each one
A white daisy to cast into the waves
Making a wish
A prayer
A promise

In our own time
Each of us approach the icy waters edge
And make our offerings to the sea
The waking sky

Joy has carried me to this point
A deep gratitude for each precious one
Who has carried me
Choosing to share this journey
And this sacred ritual with me

I step into the water
Till it’s up to my knees
As its swirls around me
Tugs at my feet in its retreat
I feel the same sudden powerlessness
Aloneness
In the moment of that single push
That finally flushed you from my womb
Now the tears come
Unexpectedly the wind catches my daisy
Takes it from my hand
Helps me let it go
It floats away from me
Quietly


ll

My heart
A fragile lotus
Bravely peels back another circle of petals
I open
Instead of close
I feel the glow of you
Being proud of me

I am making more space
For you
For me
To be
By releasing what no longer serves me
What I no longer need

The darkness is fading
As I walk along the shore
Collecting smooth stones
Nestled in white sand
I am taking them home
To sit on your spot in our garden
Under the loquat tree
Already there is a giant wishbone
Waiting there
A forked branch I found
Not alive and green
But bleached into a new beauty
By the sun


3rd January 2006
(from the unpublished manuscript Exits and Entries, 2005)




LitNet: 21 March 2006

Click here to return to Malika Ndlovu's index page.

Did you enjoy this poem? Have your say! Send your comments to webvoet@litnet.co.za, and become a part of our interactive opinion page. Or submit your own poetry to Michelle McGrane for consideration.

back    /     to the top


© Kopiereg in die ontwerp en inhoud van hierdie webruimte behoort aan LitNet, uitgesluit die kopiereg in bydraes wat berus by die outeurs wat sodanige bydraes verskaf. LitNet streef na die plasing van oorspronklike materiaal en na die oop en onbeperkte uitruil van idees en menings. Die menings van bydraers tot hierdie werftuiste is dus hul eie en weerspieël nie noodwendig die mening van die redaksie en bestuur van LitNet nie. LitNet kan ongelukkig ook nie waarborg dat hierdie diens ononderbroke of foutloos sal wees nie en gebruikers wat steun op inligting wat hier verskaf word, doen dit op hul eie risiko. Media24, M-Web, Ligitprops 3042 BK en die bestuur en redaksie van LitNet aanvaar derhalwe geen aanspreeklikheid vir enige regstreekse of onregstreekse verlies of skade wat uit sodanige bydraes of die verskaffing van hierdie diens spruit nie. LitNet is ’n onafhanklike joernaal op die Internet, en word as gesamentlike onderneming deur Ligitprops 3042 BK en Media24 bedryf.