Poetry: The Hollow Dunes

Taking some inspiration from the awesome Nthato Morakabi (check out his blog!), I decided to also post some poetry I wrote a while ago.

The Hollow Dunes

The old ones have left, she said,

her eyes on the hollow dunes.

Their ships and gold they’ve taken.

With fire brands and wild calls

they’ve left.

She placed her hands upon the grassy dunes.

But the drums still speak,

the drums still call to me.

Away from the ocean.

Away from the sea.

The old ones have left, she said,

her eyes on the hollow dunes.

Perhaps they’ll remember me.

Perhaps they’ll open the dunes –

now that I’ve burnt my boat.

The old ones are calling, she said.

The old ones are calling, she sobbed.

I’ll wait for them by the hollow dunes.

Dana Bay, ocean, view, washed out colour
View at Dana Bay, Western Cape, South Africa. (Courtesy of me…)

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