Two recently discovered, previously unpublished poems by the late, prominent 20th Century poet Emilie Glen on the mystical aspects of nature.
(a fantasy poem)
The One Who Stayed
I warned her
blood of mine
I warn them
Tears of sorrows never vanish from their long faces
Thousands like zebra jumping out in search of long denied grass
Crossing rivers contaminated with crocodiles
South Africa seems to sweeten their sorrow
To them, Zimbabwe is just a zombie to flee
Up in the azure sky
Shoots the sun’s rays
Rises to meet another day
To me its not yet any hope
As each day brings more problems
Which trouble a thirteen year old girl
When womanhood came, my hair awoke
Heeding some inner genetic calling,
To a life of its own.
It framed my face like a cloud of blackness
Wild curls reaching in every direction
Armed with combs, with clips and barrettes.
My horrified mother
(Born a white Southerner and Never Forgetting It)
Attempted to tame it and failed.