In Creative Corner, poetry

I am the Pretzel
A
Con/tor/tion/ist
My veins in a seige, do not welcome the saviour
The neeeedle shrills for a line

They dance. The dance of the nerves
Swarming……;
circling cheeks and shoulders and face
How they stamppppeeed
with
the
pressure of mice feet alight with alacrity
A shoal of fire’lit fish

I try to become small enough to insert myself back into that crevice
No. I don’t.
My body has become BULBous

We do grow
even when ensnared by immobility
from
different places
sprouting roots and shoots
from
our eyes and ears and heads.

 


This Poem was published in the September 2023 edition of the WSA magazine. Please click here to download.

Read – Beacon of Honesty – A Poem by Maapile Adelina Moliepe, Lesotho

 

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The Dance of the Nerves – A Poem by Fleur de Bondt, South Africa

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