by Zahraa’ Khaki


In cosmic
Sepulchral arcs,
Sienna tinged paint
And ears falling to the ground.

My Van Gogh?
You whispered
Enjambed as you were
In my greatest sequence

A smile flickered softly-
Candle flame burnt
By your wing moth mouth
Resisting and persisting
On Armageddon.

My enraptured tongue churned.

Crystal glass sang together complete
Opiate ringing
And my murmured ‘c’est la vie’
Became mortem petite.

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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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