African Bones

On an African morning,

Where the half circle becomes whole

Where sun lifts from the source, a rising flame from a bowl

Where yellow grass shimmers beneath bending blue folds

Red soil licks bare feet –

And it sticks to the soul

On an African day,

Where the river rolls like a hymn

Where colours are rich and where wanting wears thin

Where peace lives beneath branches

And branches arch in green praise

Towards the face of the sun

In sepia rays

On an African evening,

Where the African roof is a bougevvilla coloured sky

Where the laughter is deeper and smiles are bright

The voices, that are heavier,

Sing the anthems of light

Where the red dusk of the day gives birth to new night

On an African night,

Where dappled dusk falls and dappled clouds rise

Where Kudus move sleepily and the nightjar cries

Where elephants make thunder and dry sands call rain

Lightening makes art

And the whole sky is its frame

In an African soul,

Wherever a travelling soul goes,

Strength, like a mountain, still carries the bones

Deep in that place, with new seasons and old

African laughter from ribs like a river still flows

And African love runs rich and fast in the veins

Carrying the soul

That red soil has stained

Images by my dear friend, Alexandrina Fleming https://www.anamcarafilmstudios.com/alexandrina