Dry Parched Land E-Book

Carolyne Afroetry

• Herausgeber: epubli
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch

Seitenzahl: 21

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2020

Beschreibung

A collection of poems by the female poet from Uganda, Carolyne Afroetry, published by ProMosaik. The mains themes the poems focus on are love, the relation between lovers, the conflict and the situation of the unloved woman. Female poetry from Africa is very important to understand the female soul. Through the poems of Carolyne we understand typical problems of her African soul, the way she deals with them, but at the same time we find universal issues and values of the universal female soul. This is the important aspect ProMosaik Poetry would like to focus on in its publications of "ethnic poetry". The main objective is the promotion of intercultural dialogue by poetry from all over the world. The leitmotif of the collection is the misunderstood and consequently the unloved woman. A strong, struggling woman facing this challenge day by day. His heart was like dry patched land I was a fool to believe anything would grow there No matter how hard I irrigated and sowed We couldn't germinate

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Carolyne Afroetry MA.

Published by ProMosaik LAPH, 2020.

PART ONE

His heart was like

dry patched land

I was a fool to believe

anything would

grow there

No matter how hard

I irrigated

and sowed

We couldn’t germinate

His sickness was so profound.

I thought that I could change him.

I carried his cross on my back like

Simon of Cyrene

Wore his imperfections around my

Neck like a necklace

Like a sacrificial lamb about to be

Slaughtered

I offered myself on his

Altar of deception with hope that

My love for him would change him.

I pledged my allegiance to

His cause

Allowed him to baptize and

Ordain me

My gut feeling was just another

Jealous bitch trying to tarnish his name

I stood strong besides him like a

Fortress in the middle ages

Told myself that I could fix him

Defended him like Mayweather

In the boxing ring

Covered his tracks with the pixie dust

Accumulated from his inconsistencies

Re-arranged his twisted lies in a

Colored box to feed my illusory mind

I even shed my beautiful skin like a

Snake just to please him

The traffic was noisy

He couldn’t see it.

I became a scapegoat for Self-loathing.

A fake pharmacist trying to treat his

Disease with over the counter medicine

Just a schmuck trying to convince a

Tortoise that it can fly

Nothing I did made him change

He was incapable of altering his spots

For me

I knew he was sick when we met.

The writing on the wall was as

Bold as brass.

His affection blindly made me

Believe that he could change.

His idiosyncrasies, I accepted.

I promised to love and support him

Through his trials and tribulations

The treatment failed to work

My love wasn't enough

Gravity couldn’t hold us

Last night,

I tripped over a suitcase of

Old feelings and

Landed on my face

The whistling kettle awakens

Memories, forgotten

Echoes of your baritone voice jars my

Conflicted mind

Solemn walls provoke questions,

Dismissed

Love is a homeless person

Loving you feels like

Purgatory.

Suffering is the

ultimate Sacrifice

For your trust

He heaves a heavy sigh

The silent eloquence gnaws at

My insides

Words hang like electric poles

Like daybreak bereft of a birdsong

Slivers of unsaid sentences spin

Around like a record.

His silence is louder than my thoughts

Love is an isolation

Battle that always leaves

Muted conversations hanging like

Porcelain cups

The neighbor’s verandah light

Filters through the gaps of

My Muzigo curtains

The cold cuts through my skin

Like scalpels of a past love.

The city hangs like a

Broken chandelier