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Writer's pictureThe Red Wheelbarrow Poetry

La Grande Soufrière

Brian Walter


From the mangrove swamp

with its rich and static waters,

dark and brown-black blue,

the path snakes through the margin zone

of those worldly yellow hibiscus trees

and quickly out to the clear lap of ocean.


Beyond – across the broad bay sweep –

is the opaque blue mountain

of the bigger island. Volcanic,

silent and softly grand, the great

sulphur gate, hunching its strength,

and waiting…


But here, just in from the sea

– just a lazy stone-toss length –

is a small building, dirty white

and cracked, seeming to be

an unkempt restroom, crouched

with that windowless threat:

and I skirt it, circumspect,


turn to find it is a simple shrine,

light blue walls inside, a ceiling black

with holy candle soot; floor and shelf busy

with icons, crucifixes and fresh flowers.


In this world of such wear and tear,

I find myself in a glade with flitting

hummingbirds and bird song,


where, just steps from our uncertain sea,

a small shrine has candles burning

for Mary, Notre Dame de la Mer.

Allegories of the Everyday, Dryad Press, Cape Town, 2019


Featured on 30 September 2021


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