Sweetly Enveloped

What’s fresh
Will turn,
The sandy walls
Of our chamber
Echoing a Moroccan romance
Where we conceived our child
They go, become
The space
Of another pair of lovers
Still. Though. I
Continue to make plans
The being of my liveness
Requires a home
To be remade
And so, grateful
I make the bed
Sweetly enveloped
In the repetition of past domesticity
Those months went fast
Remembering, touched
By the warm glow
Summer sun
Open window

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Echidna

Echidna calls!

Unexpected totem, coming up from the Underground

Clinging to this excavation of truth

Protecting the fragile shoots

Of new creation’s completion

She, being a home-girl and fully grounded

Focuses on detail, unafraid

Scrutinising

A sepia-tinted Bree St, Fordsburg side

Washed up on the River, Southside

She knows that these flows must be sifted systematically

Stubbornly

Till the stability of the patterns emerge

Anchored in the harbour

Warm burrow in the storm

Sweet and fierce warrior

Lover of Home