The Red Wheelbarrow Poetry

Baobabs

Liz Trew

Out of the desert

abundant baobabs,

a community of matriarchs

whose bodies split atoms of rock

and fists shake in a rumble of rain

refusing to fall.

I stand in your shade

in the fall of milk flowers

eating wild flesh of your seeds.

Green oracle, hot in the afternoon

warm in my palm

cupping kalahari.

-- Shortlisted Sol Plaatje EU Poetry Anthology, voll III, Jacana, 2013.

Featured at The Red Wheelbarrow on 2 June 2022

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