Blues for District Six *


Early one new year's morning
When the emerald bay waved its clear waters against the noisy dockyard
a restless South Easter skipped over slumbering Lion's Head
danced up Hanover street
tenored a bawdy banjo
strung an ancient cello
bridged a host of guitars
tambourined through a dingy alley
into a scented cobwebbed room
and crackled the sixth sensed district
into a blazing swamp fire of satin sound

early one new year's morning
when the moaning bay mourned its murky waters against the deserted dockyard
a bloodthirsty south Easter roared over hungry Lion's Head
and ghosted its way up Hanover street
empty
forlorn
and cobwebbed with gloom

 

Abdullah Ibrahim