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Thursday, 12 December 2013

Self-portrait

I faced the screen and painted a dream
In rhythm with a mourning crowd
Three of us, like wedding guests,
Hell-bent on mind-moving moments
Demanded that our walk to viral freedom
Be justified, be glorified

My paint dripped in rainbow colours
And for a minute there I thought it
Was Madiba’s hand I shook, but when
I heard the crowd: Ubuntu! Obama!
I set the imprisoned fingers free,
Surprised at my self in the Cuban eyes.

©Martha Landman
Obama at Mandela's memorial service

Martha Landman writes in tropical North Queensland, Australia.

2 comments:

  1. Powerful, moving and beautifully worded...I felt I was there and living it...well done Martha Landman!

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