Kruger in Rain
More a collection of poetic thoughts I jotted down whilst being driven through Kruger. This particular day was rainy, and a lot of vultures were in trees above – favouring the dead trees. In the heavy rain found myself drawn to the most destructive forces of weather and animal behaviours. I’m currently reading Les Mis and am at the part where Valjean is shortly about to attempt escape from the convent in a coffin. I think this part of the book has influenced the religious imagery that has featured in my recent poems. I’m not religious – but I think particularly in the wilderness you get a sense of magnitude that is usually reserved for religious iconography.Will work this into a poem when I get the time. Most poems I write come from the first stanza (or 2) that come to me fully formed and I build around those to complete it.
Kruger in Rain.
Vultures perch on Baron trees Windswept and wicked: Dangerous fruit Others Dive to death and play That haunting hammer: Beak on bone The Beast will take its share Of death The Bird will scavenge What is left The Bush will salvage Bones bereft: A noble feast Descends to theft Black leaves rot on riverbanks Like gangrenous lobes All from dust: To dust returns. BF.