When the news broke

When the news broke, we danced.
I danced beneath an alien sky.

Plants bloomed: I tasted guavas
firm and sharp upon my tongue.

Trees flung their roots into the air,
rivers reversed to flow uphill,

stars spun cartwheels, the moon 
embraced the sun and clouds

kissed the mountain when the 
news broke. Born in freedom, now

we owned our freedom. We clasped
our hands in prayer with the dead.

When the news broke, we sang.
I sang, softly, long forgotten songs.

‘When the news broke’ first appeared in L’Éphémère Review issue 11, August 2018. 

Double Mesostic

During a recent constraint-based creativity workshop, we tried our hand at writing a mesostic. If you don’t know what mesostics are, join the club; I hadn’t heard of them before either! A mesostic, I discovered, is similar to an acrostic in that it is a poem or piece of text containing a word or phrase that is read vertically through the horizontal lines. The difference is that in the case of a mesostic the vertical column of letters intersects somewhere within each line rather than at the beginning or end.

Just for fun, here’s a double mesostic that I wrote, inspired not only by the workshop but also a common occurrence in our household. Fill in the blank letters and then read downwards to reveal what’s missing.