My Swing

Afternoon is long

Quiet with jasmine and bees

Quietly, my baby sister sleeps

Rhythmic certainty

Back and forth

Peering over

The wall becomes

A kingdom flying past

Dizzying delight

And fright.

Make-Believe and Wonderland

A breath of a ballerina Tinkerbelle twirl

A new destiny day of play

Story teller takes flight

Moment upon moment of delight

Thieving the wonderlands.

Autumn on Roodekranz

A letter written on a leaf

Falling at my feet

Golden trees, wood smoke at the house

Evening

A foreign land

Now

But the words

Are like the soil of the place

Settled in my heart

Never to leave.

Kaleidoscope Colours Collide

Swirling ordered chaos

Through a tunnel

Pictures change

Through an eye hole

Or a portal

To the universe

Of beautiful shining diamonds

A moment of running away

From grey.

Misheard

a border fence in the rain of the Easter Cape
an empty room on the farm
a shadow
is where I see you
'
a dune we once jumped over
a bag of plastic animals
becoming
games
is where you are

there are no more of our games
there are chess games
with changed rules
and sold for gold
and blurred eyes, clenched hearts
for the hands held in pained power
ears to the ground
waiting, listening for you
but the steps are too strange.

Viewmaster

Through the looking glass

Escape for click after click

And seeing the animals

Fairytales within reach of my hands

My best picture

Of the young lady

Sitting on a stone bench

At the bottom of a garden

Under a full moon

Cinderella

Sitting

 In the corner of my garden.

My heart hurt for her

Lonely

How could someone

So blonde and beautiful

 Have to sit alone.

Victoria Plum

For many years

Magic was my friend

Small bedroom

at the sea

of the fynbos and blue bottles

was for Christmas

Santa Claus in boat

not a sleigh

through the canals

children gathered

my first time, carols in canals

Nail biting, delirious

for the moment

my name, and a present

 Little lady

 story teller person

white flower hat

green up toe shoes

 purple fancy dress, better than the rest

Pride of holding you

being just a child

what an adult

can never

grasp again