Yellow Rose

by Katlego Maake
(Ga-Kgapane, Polokwane, South Africa)

I saw,
a yellow-like-rose,
hung on the twilight,
as I had laid on the belly of a hill.

I smiled,
amongst hidden glitter-like stars,
going up and down,
like a silly-joker-like,
rollercoaster.

It shone,
up there,
so high,
beneath prancing clouds ,
like creeks tangled within cursed flood.

Its sight,
surged so bright,
gleaming soberly,
like a croaked drunkard on Sun-day.

It was so mellifluous,
thronging I' ears,
with gallant melodies like-
those of Lark.