![]() #spokenwordpoetry For Africa © Avril van der Merwe Africa cradled my first infant cry that rent the canopy Of African sky, braced my toddler steps that chased Through African soil, stained and blistered my soles, Ingrained my soul with African dust Compelled my vision to shift and lift until it must Lust after African vistas, African stars, African dreams. No matter how far it seems I wander my being Is seamed with scent of wild African thunder rain Ears trained to timbre of wild African surf pounding African turf In proud timpani sent deep into the heart of me Always a part of me grounding me in lush African bush And cadence of African sun rises and sets: Africa’s golden seal on me. My African roots grow deeper, draw strength that flows from African earth that birthed me, grew me, led me to explore Anew the power, the core, the flower of African experience, The length of African resilience The breadth of African grace that holds space for all the panoply Of diversity that is Africa. Africa conjures the songs my heart sings Weaves the spellbound words that take flight, share the light That is all Africa. It is Africa’s heat that stirs my blood, my heart beats for Africa Beats heat, stirs my heart, Africa’s blood my blood Heart heat, for Africa. What offering have I to lay down now That African calypso thrills me Spills through every filament of me Captivates every fiber of me Permeates the seams of all my waking dreams But this poem. For Africa.
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