A Silver

by Alexander Smith

 

There is a silver that glides
Across the heads of bushes
And hides beneath each leaf.

The silver which dances in
The belly of the wave,
Illuminates the bald skulls of the wise.

Each shade greater than the other.

The metallic that burns,
Imprints the eye, crawls out
From the night’s moon and sits
In the light of the sun

This silver is known by all.
The tar-heated horizon to
The metal muzzle which pokes
Through the turret

It drags across Swiss slopes,
Fits perfectly through evening windows.
There is a small silver on the handle
Of the mirror I hold;

I look into it, I say

Show me your symbols!
Caress these; they are my mysteries
My unsure realities
You tinged sword
You pitchforked colour

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Myesha Jenkins – Tribute

Botsotso would like to pay homage to Myesha Jenkins, the poet and promoter of poetry who died on Saturday, 05 September 2020. Myesha was a founder member of Feelah Sistah, the all-woman poetry group that in its time made such an impact. Thereafter, she was indefatigable in organising and strengthening poetry platforms on radio and for live performance/readings. Myesha’s work was included in two Botsotso productions – the anthology Isis X and the recording Roots and Branches. Her spirit as a politically conscious, jazz-loving artist lives on and is well expressed in her seminal poem Autobiography which was included in both these projects.

Click here to read Autobiography, a poem by Myesha Jenkins.

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