Cape of Good Hope

For my father

Half of you is listening. Half of you sees the mountain, hard lines pushing against the sky. Half of you senses air’s faint breath, feels warmth like fingers where sunlight has sneaked beneath your hat. Your left hand acknowledges my touch.

I only half listened that day last year, as we walked through the fynbos on the slopes above Camps Bay. You spoke in the voice you used for children or for childhood, for stories of Piglet and of Pooh and how you were at school with Christopher Robin.  

When the time comes, I want a Daddy to hold me by the hand.

I smiled, said nothing. We were a long way from The Hundred Acres Wood. 

Spiked crests of birds of paradise ignite above their leaves. Half of you is present. Is the other half hidden, like the mountain when the south-east wind spreads a tablecloth of cloud? Or has your Daddy taken your right hand gently in His own, to lead the missing half of you past Lion’s Head into the light?

I don’t ask this, but I think this in the shadow of the mountain. Half of you listens to my silence. All of you cannot speak.  

‘Cape of Good Hope’ first appeared in The Amethyst Review on 14th April 2020.

Limen

   sliding sun

    wavers a path 

across the sea

    which way does the tide pull?

ripples      on wet sand

               slice      

          through your    

       reflection       

shimmer it back      not quite 

            together

foam       

          laces 

                    your ankles     

draws you 

                  towards 

                                the calling waves

I want to fold my hands around you

cradle you in my cupped palms 

past sea holly and marram grass 

to the shelter of the trees 

abide with you on sweet-scented earth

listen

            a dove is calling

‘Limen’ first appeared in The Amethyst Review on 28th March 2020