by Katlego Maake
(Ga-Kgapane, Polokwane, South Africa)
hung on the twilight,
as I had laid on the belly of a hill.
amongst hidden glitter-like stars,
going up and down,
like a silly-joker-like,
beneath prancing clouds ,
like creeks tangled within cursed flood.
surged so bright,
like a croaked drunkard on Sun-day.
It was so mellifluous,
thronging I' ears,
with gallant melodies like-
those of Lark.