Soul Friend

They say each tree grows in its own shadow
But we are strange trees you and me
For I am entwined to you stem and roots;
Someone passing by
Would swear we are one tree
and lose that bet
But my bark is rough and yours smooth
Your leaves are the shape of the heart
and mine the shape of an arrow head

all striving for light

Earth Child.

Light up dear earth child

keep your smiles

holding hands go into the wild

singing together beat the miles

read sonnets by bonfire

arms around shoulders

watch smoke and sparks rise higher

gather around boulders

play the games of childhood

lie down facing up to the skies

savour every breath like food

and hold time that flies

for here is where living starts

look into oblivion breath out breath in

slowly shut your eyes to the stars

and shine from within.

Mobbing

My nap beneath a tree was disturbed

By the screeching sounds of angry birds

A starling came down, I asked

“Is there a conference of birds?

Round and round this canopy they swirl

Why such angry protest?

“We have seen an owl’s plumage” he said

“Awaiting in his hidden roost

With hoots he croons”

“Why do you hate him so?” I went on

“Each time that horned feathered fiend

Blinks those dreadful wide eyes

Our world tilts a little less to gloom

We’ll cut off that cursed bough

Upon which those scaly paws perched

That treacherous curse to our kind

Has come to eat our children”

Thus did the starling lament

And flew right back to its cause

A feather floated in the sky

And settled peacefully on my beard

Shutting my eyes again I softly whispered

“Poor lonesome owl.”

Pianista

My hands are dried and calloused

From farm work –boiled and bruised

Bring your soft immaculate fingers

And balm this pain away

With ten kisses of tender touch.

My mind is boggled to a pulp

All these worries are wrought

again those pale ghostly fingers,

drives away all the demons of yore-

with music softly and quietly,

over desert dust, oceans and rivers,

from trusty piano keys to a waiting heart.

 

My fingers ink stained and candle-wax burnt

stay up moving in a nightly silence

Filling pages with my emptiness

But your lovely fingers sacred and true

Those graceful ten maidens

All made it to the divine wedding

With their lamps oiled alight

Dancing upon the ivory and ebony keys

Celebrating the marriage of music to beauty.

 

 

Rocking gourd.

Rocking gourd

happy gourd

Be merry on my lap

Pay heed to my charming songs.

Custodian of Dwasi’s bountiful udder

Roll and whirl on your trusty curves

Polished over ages by caring hands

Churn this milk smooth and sweet

Reward the shepherd’s feat

White mustache over happy smiles

Butter for seasoned herbs

Rocking gourd

Happy gourd

Be merry on my lap

And pay heed to my charming song.

 

 

Ps. Dwasi – Luo word for cow that gives out milk.

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Me and my gourd