Anele MkhwananziSieve To The Reign: (An Almost Villanelle) Under the gaze of a thunderstorm The thorn-bush roofed hut is a sieve to rain; The small man uses cock-sized metaphors. An empty vessel becomes the oracle of wisdom, A crown of clay that whispers false...
Three Months of Courtship Dashing heartwards, for spent emotions and balding feelings Discolouring gentle, the gloss of sweet words peels off A barrier of bulging betrayal, heartbreaks and guilt Through peaceable arteries of untainted friendship...
