The Rhyme Prompt for Day 11 of GloPoWriMo reads: ‘we’d like to challenge you to write a poem of origin. Where are you from? Not just geographically, but emotionally, physically, spiritually?’
This makes me think of Knysna Heads where I had my first idyllic younger years before moving to the hated inland. Even Durban doesn’t quite cut the mustard by comparison. Like our previous Durban seaside home, though, The Heads of my youth doesn’t exist any longer.

Oh, the place for me
Is right near the sea,
As close as is possible for me to be
Where the storm-tides rage
As the waves engage
In constant melodic cacophony,
With the cliffs and the rocks
In reverberating shocks
And each surge will rattle the pebbles free.

This photo of Knysna is courtesy of TripAdvisor/

Yes, my place of song,
Where I still belong
And for which my feelings always run strong,
Where each wavelet laps
With the gentlest of taps,
After gurgling over the current strong
As the tide will recede;
Then such peace it will breed
Like a tinkle to follow a big brass gong.

This photo of Knysna is courtesy of TripAdvisor
© April 2019 Colonialist

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Active septic geranium who plays with words writing fantasy novels and professionally editing, with notes writing classical music, and with riding a mountain bike, horses and dinghies. Recently Indie Publishing has been added to this list.
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8 Responses to Origin

  1. Debra says:

    Wonderful! I don’t live as close as you do to the sea, but close enough to get there often. And if I COULD live there, I would. Beautifully written.


  2. Lovely poem, Col. What a beautiful place. Such a pity it has been spoilt. I haven’t been there for many years.


  3. perdebytjie says:

    You wrote this beautifully! Quite agree…Knysna Heads are no longer the same. When I first went there as a child, it was so pristine. Nowadays it is all built up and spoilt by development!


    • colonialist says:

      Thank you. Our house on the edge of the lagoon was one of not more than a dozen comprising the village when I was a child. Bushbuck and bloubokkies could be seen in the gardens. Not the same thing at all, any more.

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  4. equinoxio21 says:

    The rhyme of the ancient Mariner? 😉
    I suscribe to your verses old chap.
    How are you? Side-effects gone? Too early for tests I imagine?


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