Busy doing my tax return and came across an unsaved (!) poem I wrote and submitted (some time ago) to be included in an anthology to raise funds for the preservation of Rhinos.
Harry Owen the inaugural Poet Laureate for Cheshire (UK) in 2003, moved to South Africa’s Eastern Cape in January 2008, was the editor and now the book is published I shall put my order in.
Even though they didn’t use my poem I certainly want to support their very worthy cause.
Thandi
Imagine slow, deep heart beats
echoing inside a massive hide.
Slumberous half-blind grazing.
Open veld rare rhino protected.
Unaware evil stalks with intent.
Crack! Stinging rifle shot thrums.
Laboring body lumbers to escape.
Laid low, as deadly saw crudely
works on pointed bone bleeding
on Africa’s Skin. Enough death,
illegal trade. This is no noble
harvest to feed the starving poor…
Frances Macaulay Forde © 2012
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