Poetry

Snow has fallen…

Posted on by Khaya Ronkainen
Holiday Greetings

As we wind down the year, I want to take a moment and thank all readers and followers of my blog for taking time to read my writings, and for your kind and encouraging comments. And you my fellow writers for the inspiration and support…THANK YOU!

I wish everyone love, peace and joy.

With love from Finland! ♥♥♥

note: I’m taking a short break from blogging. See you in 2018!

p.s. I’m also linking to Midweek Motif at Poetry United, where Sumana asks us to write about “Celebration”. One of the things I’m celebrating this month is the snowfall, as I’m always looking forward to White Christmas.

Poetry

Ravishing Rose

Posted on by Khaya Ronkainen

She struts draped in crimson velvet
and fragrance she wears give rise to
a sense of awe enticing with promises.
Symphonic femininity, though prickly
by nature, turns heads; envy obvious
as suitors and bards compete in verse
for she takes only one lover at a time.
Ravishing Rose herself, declares love.

Poetry

The Family Heirloom

Posted on by Khaya Ronkainen

“Why words, when they’re so slippery?”
Whisperings find me standing
At the bridge —
Squinting through light and darkness
To see what’s left to hold as traditions change
My people forgotten or modified.
Fog lifts and I focus at double suspicion
Deity with claims to present balance
Between opposing forces.
Is he a trickster or a faithful?
For I was left with nothing but words
An oral tradition; love gently carried
From generation to generation.
Without a written word —
Will evidence perish? I fear.
Thus, with song and dance I join a world
Where the dead, living and unborn coexist
In harmony through continuity of words.

I stand at the bridge —
Not as a vessel of stories nor a praise singer
But to honour love and accept the family heirloom.

process note: I might have taken up creative writing late in life, but I come from a tradition of oral storytellers (Xhosa people), where blurred lines between history and myth exist yet feed imagination. I’ve always loved words, whether written, spoken or sung. The joy I experience when I’m writing is indescribable.