Behind the curtain
where memory lingers
a wraithlike hand
grasps at misty wreaths
incandescent fragments
of joy beckon
barely beyond reach
tiny pearly time-capsules
tempting
with no-longer-knowns
Tantalising truth
Frustrated she collapses
comfy chairs buttress
her half-life
cocooned and caged
a nuclear reactor
outwardly dormant
constant finger fidgets
the sole indicator that
behind the curtain
lava-like
Love roils incessant
Ayesha Kajee is a storyteller, poet and rights activist whose research on governance and democracy in many parts of sub-saharan Africa has been published in various media. Her research interests include post-conflict transformation, socio-economic renewal and gender and environmental rights. She writes because she can’t not
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A beautifully sensitive, attentively observant and deeply moving poem.
Ayesha’s piece is evocative and deeply touching. A gentle expression of a misty mind.
Thank you.
Haunting, full of love.