by Joe Winter | Mar 10, 2020 | Zimbabwe in August, Poems
Zimbabwe in August 1 Outsidea traveller lugs his grip and kitbagfingers his airline ticket, stands and sitsthe stultified hours of waiting Insidean artist marches singing to Zimbabweto set up easel and draw. 2 high-day skatinggleaming off air-glassup above fortunes of...
by Joe Winter | Mar 9, 2020 | Zimbabwe in August, Poems
In Southall Cemetery A magic field of light and daffodil,its headstones angled on a grassy shieldas in a sea, with waves of yew, untila magic field is boat-filled, trafficking. As I stand stock-stillan old stone-cold assumption has to yield,as something joins with...
by Joe Winter | Mar 9, 2020 | Zimbabwe in August, Poems
A.W.M.Chairman of GovernorsYou knew by seeing us, how we were; the schoolfollowed your sense – and you were no-one’s fool.You asked, you listened; joked; had tales to tell . . .what other school was governed half so...
by Joe Winter | Mar 9, 2020 | Zimbabwe in August, Poems
Scintillafor GordonIt is as if, being dead, you owned a lightnessout of the compass of this night, our day.In this small zone, a minute-by-minute tritenessgrits in the eye of vision, keeps at baya further sight. An unmistakeable rightnessthe labouring soul gives light...
by Joe Winter | Mar 9, 2020 | Zimbabwe in August, Poems
If You who have strained past sound and heard the cry of sun and rain and tenderness in your child, you who can recognise by gift of eye Earth’s grace-green oval leaves, so finely styled, you on whose human love Art likes to call, you who have drawn and painted,...
by Joe Winter | Mar 9, 2020 | Zimbabwe in August, Poems
Song for Christmas Morning The dearest day comes round again.I only know that you are bornand there is freedom, sweet and plain. We see a calendar of pain.Our tongues yap-yap with human scorn.The dearest day comes round again, a flower of peace on Earth’s terrain,a...
