Anxious Poets Society
doodroep/(ever)last(ing) gasp

(Original in Afrikaans)
ek skilder myself vas ’n fetus in ’n winterboom sodat die lente kan kom maar die impastogreep van bas
kramp krom
en dig ’n blou kring
om die kind se mond
totdat botsel-oë ewig sluit
klein gebalde vuisies gestuip
hemelwaarts rig
(English Translation)
I embed myself with paint a fetus in a tree that grows bare to rebirth colors and light air
but the impasto-grasp of bark
is a holdfast of denser words
tightening hardening
back labor a blue rhyme
around the child’s mouth
blossoms on still eyelids
the thin fold of skin
that clasps all
raised fists
Fransi Nieuwoudt is a South African Artist & Poet
Author of:
'n vlerkslag van kleur: Publisher: Cordis Trust
weer-lig: Publisher: Naledi
Language: Afrikaans
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