Ink, Bleach and Gold
east where sun rinses
colour from night,
the scene settles
in a tropic church
-
cement floor
crop wilted in the
yard.
women sit at a trestle
with sheets washed
black in Quinck ink.
masking plaster
sticks the page
at four corners
like an old photo.
dip ear buds
and paint jik figures -
square houses, goats,
a van with a
hospital cross,
a ripe mother mango
smile,
a green mielie
man,
a child rising, Lazarus
from a sick bed.
spell in symbols
care-giver nights and days.
a story old as ink
emerges in their art.
sun gold from the
dark.
Dorian
March 08